I play a twelve year old urchin girl. And I roll a nat twenty to hug an enemy giant immortal skeleton(we were supposed to run and get chased to a safe place where we would learn something important, I don't know). Long story short, I now have an overprotective skeleton dad
Kittsuera the gods shall gift you this one weapon... The earth of heaven. Any enemies you use it on shall be decimated but upon the end of the fight it shall fade to nothing. Proceeds to yeet the hell out of it
That Rocky part was too perfect, Italian TVs translated "Ashita no Joe" into "Rocky Joe", if anyone knows how that anime ends, you get the perfect reference 😂
Dm: the magic doors open. Me knowing full well theres some kind of trap: I run in there before everyone else. Dm: roll DeX save. Me: rolls a 20 Dm:... you ran in and notice there isn't a floor and walk back out.
Cartoon physics. They never get old. :) But the DM could have said "You start to run into the room but notice there's no floor just barely in time to stop before you fall in."
Dragonborn sorcerer, fed up because combat was taking a long time: “I run into a wall” Me, an equally fed up DM: “Roll for it I guess” Dragonborn: *rolls a Nat 20* Me: “Great! You run into the wall. It collapses, which weakens the roof. The roof then falls onto the remaining hostiles in the area, miraculously missing other party members and friendly NCP’s”
when a party member and the dm have had enough of an encounter: "fuck it, you trip on a rock and face plant on the ground weakening the ground below the hostiles causing the floor to collapse under the hostiles. encounter over we're done here."
my first kill in my first encounter in my first game of dnd was made by throwing a rock (sort of). this was 3.5e. i was a sorc traveling with a monk, ranger, and cleric. while in the woods, we found two paths and split up to scout them out. cleric and i took one, monk and ranger took the other. after a few minutes i start hearing yelling and went towards it but stayed hidden behind a tree. i see an elven archer up in a tree shooting arrows at the monk and ranger (note, our ranger only had a 6 int and had decided that yelling insults was a better option over trying to shoot back). the monk was slowly climbing the tree but was rapidly losing hp. i took a perseption check to find a decent size rock (easy enough in a forest) and used mage hand on it. i launched the rock, hitting the archer in the chest. she failed a dex check and fell out of the tree to her death. our monk, about a foot away from the branch the elf was on just sighed and shook his head tiredly, having survived with 1 hp left. (and the ranger "stole" the leather armor from my kill. lol)
I was DMing, and the rouge was doing rouge stuff. Rouge: "I want to pick the lock." Me: "Are you sure?" Rouge: *Rolls Dice* Nat 20. Me: *Snickers* It takes but a second, and you here a click. Rouge: "Sweet, I go in." Me: "Well, the door was unlocked before, so you actually locked it when you tried to pick it." Rouge: "Oh, I pick the lock again." *Rolls a nat 1* Not only did the rouge lock the essential door that they had to go thru, but she also jammed her lockpicks, making this iron door essentially unpassable to the point they had to return later in the campaign when they were strong enough to break down the door.
note to self. check to see if the door is unlocked first... (and come to think of it I have accidentally locked the door before when it was already unlocked so its a believable outcome XD)
I had something similar happen in one of my campaigns. Our Rogue rolled a Nat1 to pick a lock, and broke her lock picks off in the door. This one was a heavy oaken door. Our Wild Magic Sorcerer decided to help with a fireball (not checking to make sure everyone was out of the way first), hit our Rogue with the fireball when he rolled a Nat1, and was sent into the Astral Plane when he got a Nat20 on his Wild Magic roll. The fireball alerted the enemies on the other side of the door, and our Rogue was knocked unconscious within the first round of combat. We survived, but when our Sorcerer got back from the Astral Plane our Rogue nearly killed him with a sneak attack.
A nat 20 nature rock made by local material tainted by said persons power, then sneak attacked, critical hitted and hit in the soft area. Essential perfect kill. Lol can you guess why nat 20 only got a rock. XD
Skelly Sniper YT I mean, as one of the guys in this series mentioned, Nat 20s for his/her game means they can do anything even bordering the end of logic. I’ll assume these DMs did the same, rather than actually use stats... and I prefer it this way XD
I was playing a loxodon (elephant creature) and I asked “can I do a backflip” the dm said “I don’t think that elephants can jump so disadvantage” Two nat 20s. He still hasn’t touched the ground
The rogue in my party had to enter the house through a window, open the door for us, and we had to get in, possibly without being noticed, it was the first campaign for all of us (except the DM). Rogue:"I try to sneak into the house through the window and open the door." Nat 20. DM: "despite you forgot to check if someone was looking in your direction, you've been lucky enough that they weren't. You slightly open the door to let the others enter." Monk: "I go next, right? Well, I enter the room, trying to make as few noise as possible". Nat 1. It was the beginning of the campaign, we didn't really realize what that could mean. DM:"even if you spent most of your life alone, you never forgot good manners, and as you push the door aside, you say 'Excuse me', so that everybody could notice you're getting in."
During a one-shot, me and my companions were resting in a dwarven tavern. As a bar fight ensues, my character Oberon Carter (a Lvl 3 Goliath Paladin) in his drunken influence, decides to seduce the dwarven bouncer for the pub. She was a level 7 fighter. The first attempt, didn't go well as she tossed me across the room. A random bard npc was there, so I asked him to play some romantic music. He was playing bagpipes, so he began playing. (Lion kings Can you feel the love tonight). The wizard or sorcerer in our party, wanting me to succeed casted a guiding bolt at me. (Our DM at the time said it didn't cause damage since I let it happen and how the sorcerer said it didn't want to hurt me). So with a bardic inspiration from the NPC bard (thanks to the DM) and the effect of guiding bolt, as well as advantage from the alcohol for charisma checks, I go and attempt to try again. My character goes down on one knee (since my character was 7'6" and the dwarven woman was 4 ft) and says "My back may be broken, but my spirit is not. I ask that you allow me to place a kiss upon you tender lips. If you dont like it, you can always return it." I roll... Nat 20 The dm describes that having such a beast of a man say such sweet things, caused her battle hardened heart to soften. They got married a year later.
So I had been invited to play with a friend's crew and being a noob the others (not my friend) made me a rouge character. Only they made her basically a sex slave/maid/cook type. Made her do some very disgusting/disturbing things. DM goes to tell them off, but I wanted to punish them, so I was going to murder them in their sleep. Well we came to a dungeon and you had to roll to sense your patron God to enter. They'd had issues with a certain thief God's followers. Guess who rolled a Nat 20? The DM starts to cackle and says "Not only is Starliene allowed to enter, but her patron God is summoned on the spot." Turns out her Patron God was the BBEG. Roll to establish connection. Nat 20. Another cackle....."When he gazes upon his follower, he notices a stark similarity between the rouge and an ex lover who was kidnapped and lost to time." Turns out my rouge was the BBEG's only child and boy was dad not happy about the treatment of his little girl! Poor level 3 bastards never had a chance. (me and my friend + the DM kicked the others out and found New players btw)
Me: *gets to the part where the rogues dad turns out to be a god and the bbeg* Also me: *imagines the gods/dads face when he realized that the rogue was his kid* ….good thing I’m on the toilet
first session ever there’s a lady with 24 rats. me: I want the rats DM: w h y me: I like rats DM: if you don’t roll a nat20 then no me: nat20 My pc: “these are my rats.” old lady: “Oh, nice.” The DM is over here in utter shock
@@zacullizif the players are having fun, then they're not a bad dm. that's the job of the dm after all, to guide the players and make it enjoyable. if you embrace the rule of cool, you'll be a better dm and your players will thank you.
Played a Kender thief, AD&D 2nd Ed. Dragon doing strafing runs on us. Me taking cover. Logic was I couldn't melee a flying creature, and it would run out of breath attacks forcing it to land. Party casting spells, firing arrows etc. Mage: You going to help? Me: What do you expect me to do? Mage: Throw a dagger or something. Me: Yeah, that's going to work. I throw a dagger. Roll: Nat 20 Roll Damage: 4 Damage double for Crit: 8 DM: Your dagger pieces the dragon's eye and it crashes into the ground with a force that shakes the Earth under your feet. We all stare at DM. Dm: You guys had it down to 6hp before he threw the dagger
5th level Party in a blizzard, waiting with a Level 19 NPC for a Cloud Giant’s floating castle to show up at our location. Blizzard takes unusually long to pass over and we realize it’s a magic illusion. Our Druid and Sorcerer decide to team up to attempt to dispel it. Sorcerer gets a Natural 20 and actually dispels the magic keeping the castle afloat. So we had a giant castle plummeting to the earth on our hands. Fun times.
One of my friends is a dm and his funny one is: The party intruded on a dragon lair and the dragon is naturally pissed. The bard attempts to seduce the beast to calm it. Nat 20. Bard and dragon get frisky and dragon mounts the bard. Its dick rips through her and kills her instantly. Player was pissed. Dm then says “nat 20 means you succeed, it does not mean it ends well for you.”
Couldn't the dragon have shapeshifted? Plus if the bard seduces someone it isn't like an instant sex party. There is still talking to be done. Also did your DM roll damage? That seems like a fucked up insta kill.
@@drawbyyourselve similarly, had a mini boss that everyone rolled 20's on sudduction for, so I made him a sadist and a necrophiliac. I then told them that Viper, which was his name, now wanted to kill you even fast as your corpses would be great to defile, and then had him duel wield massive greatswords. They did not beat him. It wasn't an insta tpk, but I ended the session on that and haven't had another session. Each week they ask me if we're doing it agian and I just respond with, "your characters are still passed out."
During a session, a dragonborn warrior, a human trickster and I, an undead assassin faced off an Eldritch being (not a god) in a forested area, it was a mass of rot and with over hundreds of ridiculously large, mouth riddled tentacles flailing out. The trickster was trying to do some damage by sending explosive tarot cards at the monster, but was knocked unconscious after having been hit into a tree by a wayward tentacle. My character was stunned due to using a racial ability called "Consume Flesh", he bit a tentacle to try and regain some health. Now he stood there, his body now being infused with a little power no living person can withstand but needing to fight for dominance in his own mind against the mental prowess of this monster. The dragonborn fighter on the other hand decided to just punch the tentacles away from reaching his comrades. He had been previously wounded from an earlier fight and his left leg was eventually crushed by a tentacle. The dragonborn decides to grab his friends and retreat, so on one good leg, he grabs both of us into the crooks of his arms and hops away. The Eldritch being brings a tentacle down on us, the dragonborn rolls for evasion. Nat 20. He uses his immense strength to jump out of the way and on top of a tree. The Eldritch being brings down another tentacle. Dragonborn rolls for evasion, Nat 20! He jumps off the tree and still hops away. This enrages the Eldritch being, and slams a third tentacle so the dragonborn rolls for evasion again. Nat. Fucking. 20. He dodges and this attack was the last thing the Eldritch being could do before phasing out of existence. That was the luckiest thing our fighter had ever been. Now, we call him the Party Bouncer.
This is a long one, bit I promise it's worth it. So one of my players has a reoccurring character Rith. He's an immortal spirit that gets reincarnated every new campaign, possessing a poor unfortunate person every time. The constants are simple, he's basically a dirt bastard with a complete lack of personal standards or morals, wears a luchadore mask, and has a a redeemable love of children whom he'll protect and site on. We realized he's basically Deadpool as a possession demigod/spirit. As the DM, I felt it would be fun to put him up against a real luchadore... One that understood honor and would be predisposed to find everything about him disgusting, just by nature alone (I wasn't going to just rig it so he'd hate him, just let it happen). It went better and worse than I could have ever planned. The luchadore first spots him in the town square and quizzes him innocently, believing he may be a kindred spirit. Upon realizing Rith, a ranger in this life, doesn't even know what Lucha is, and that he will not remove his false Luchadore mask, he feels he must engage Rith in combat to correct the blasphemy. Rolls a nat 1 (don't worry, the 20 is coming) and the crit chart I rolled had him trip in his bull rush, and be knocked unconscious for 3 turns... Long enough for Rith to take off the Luchadore's mask, pocket it, and walk into his original intended destination. The luchadore wakes up, dishonored at his unmasking and swears revenge! The player of Rith was running late the next session and we decided that when his character rejoined the party, it was with him running to the party, with the luchadore following right behind, swearing vengeance! The party's bard has some quick thinking, and put the luchadore to sleep to subdue him. I've never felt an ear to ear grin over voice chat before, but I felt it emanating from Riths player in that moment. As the players all resolve to leave the sleeping luchadore in the middle of the street, Rith does the most Rith thing he can: takes the man's mask of, pisses in it, and puts it back on his head... The party was surprised, but not entirely, as they shrugged it off as either Rith being Rith, or something to do with this lucha thing, and moved on. Some of them began asking, 'is this what Luchadores do to one another?' and 'i don't understand this luchadore business one bit, seems petty' We then made it canon that Rith remembered inventing lucha in a past life when he was drunk and wanted to wrestle an entire village's strongest men. 'i think I was a dwarf then' he mused... The rest of the details are very fuzzy... Later that day the luchadore found the party once again, but this time challenged Rith to a duel as the main attraction of the carnival the next day, hoping to use a man's challenge to keep his friends from interfering. The challenge would avenge his honor and disgrace Rith once and for all! Rith agrees. The next day the luchadore stops the carnival parade to call out Rith and invite all to the town square for the bout of the night! Rith is unbothered, and goes to the carnival's petting zoo. Through a bizarre set of events, Rith gets a raptor animal companion at the carnival zoo (it was setup 'pet a shark style' where you fed it meat and pet it while it ate), and brings it around with him. At this point no one is surprised to see Rith with such a creature as an animal companion. He takes it to the town square where the carnival has placed a ring. The luchadore has unbeknownst to the party attempted to rig the fight. That past few days have made him a broken man already with a talent for bravado, which he puts on full display. He calls out his opponent as he approached the ring, and bribes the officiant to announce him as 'the dishonorable Rith!' which led to booing and ridicule. Any other PC would have gotten minuses from the crowds attitude, but that doesn't fit with Rith's personality. He doesn't care. In fact, he thinks of the whole thing as a compliment, name and all. Rith steps into the ring with his Raptor on his shoulders, something I allowed for flavor to the moment. 'Prepare for death' the Luchadore says as he takes his stance. Rith readies his bow. 'FIGHT!' Initiative goes to Rith, how 'fortunate'. He's two levels below the luchadore, and he doesn't know the luchadore has a friend under the ring ready to cast spells to trip Rith the moment he is forced to move... Turned out 'fortunate' was an understatement. "Ummmm" I hear over Skype. "I'm rolling to confirm" "Wat" was all I could manage. I hear dice land. "18 to confirm?" "Fuck, roll damage" There's silence as he does some math. "42" I share my screen of the Luchadores character sheet so he can bear witness to the fact that that was exactly what he needed to one shot the luchadore. For flavor, I begin to ask "where do you ai-" I stopped, knowing full well the answer before I can finish. "His dick" we say in unison. No sooner has the fight been called to start than does Rith loose his arrow, sailing gloriously into it's intended target. In a moment, Rith adds 'Chorizo on a stick' to his list of inventions to go right alongside Lucha... The penis/arrow land behind the luchadore, and he faints instantly with a gasp. The crowd let out a collective gasp, the party was horrified, his 'manager,' the a large blood rager (sorc barbarian hybrid), exclaimed "there is no honor in such a blow good man!", And the world seemed to stop... you could hear a pin drop... To make matters all the worse (or more Rith like), the raptor then proceeded to jump down and feast on his master's new invention... A grumble can be heard... The scene made Rith hungry, so he looked for a hotdog stand.
I was playing a one shot with some guys back in China. Our party had a rogue (Grog), which had to be stealthed at all times. He was a stealth maniac, so everytime he was not stealthed he used his action to stealth him again. So we encountered our BBEG, a Beholder, and our DM tells the rogue, that he was seen by the Beholder's true sight. Our rogue, being incredibly skilled at stealth and Intimidations screams: "YOU DO NOT SEEE GROG!!" and rolls a net twenty. Needless to say, all eyes from the beholder look into another direction and he was stealthed again ;)
We were searching for one of our party members after talking to a wizard. I (a dragonborn druid) decided to roll to scan the area, with the help of my friend (a tiefling rouge). Me: *rolls nat 1* Friend: You can roll again since I'm assisting you Me: Ok. *Rolls nat 20* Our DM cracked up lol
A few years back i was playing a homebrew campaign and well our fighter decides to flirt with a hotel receptionist and our dm says roll nat 20 dm says:She takes. you to a room and you lose 3 turns (they got it on) meanwhile he asked how he can prevent her pregnancy dm says roll against it nat 20 dm says:An angel comes down from heaven and gives you a magical(1st) condom
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So in my current campaign, I'm playing as a Half-Elf (mind you, this is my first official campaign so I am very new to DnD still) and in the beginning of the campaign, my character ended up getting shot by an enemy (who one of my teammates knew, but he didn't like her) and I fell unconscious. My financés character helped mines back on her feet. While he did that, the lady that shot my character was tied up, my other teammates questioning her. Well, obviously my character was pissed, and I went over to kick her. Mind you, I just wanted to kick her in the ribs. I rolled a freaking nat 20, making my character kick her head, causing her neck to snap, and she died. Our entire group spent the next 5 minutes both in shock, and laughing our asses off. Needless to say, I don't think I'll have another moment like that for a while lol.
I was playing a current session in 5e and my party and I were getting on a air ship. I playing a Tiefling Druid decided it was a good idea to lasso a seagull out of the sky and rolled a NAT 1. The rope found its way around the neck of the noble who had orchestrated the whole thing, so here I am yanking this man over the edge and hanging him. Thinking all has gone down hill, I let go of the rope and he became a puddle on the ground with no real features left.
I remember being a dm for my friends and I was very specific saying they were looking at a bounty board and the rouge looks at me irl and with the most serious face says "can I roll charisma" I looked at him and gestured for him to roll, he rolls Nat 20 I look at him and say "you managed to convince the bounty board but nothing happens"
So I was in a campaign last year, it started with me (a dragonborn paladin) going into a slave trade with the rest of the party on the stage being presented. One of them was our aarakocra wizard who and I quote says "I roll to shit" And proceeds roll a nat 20 and shit all that was in his stomach out onto the platform and a bonus: I rolled a 20 to stab some poor slaver in the balls and killed him
So this just happened in my second campaign. Me and the party just had tpk, mostly our falt, my character was the first to wake up and find out that we had been captured. He decided to pretend to be asleep to see if he can get any info as to why he's not dead. A couple of minutes later the leader of a group of bandits, the guy that killed the party, comes in and talks with the guards. I roll a fifteen of performance and they don't realize I'm awake. The guards are talking about a mysterious map my character had, it turns out that's why they kept us alive. After an hr, the fighter wakes up and decides to also pretend to sleep. Only they decided to fall out of the bed, my character, on the other hand, is trying with no points towards charisma, to convince the bandits to let us go. One of the guards picks up the fighter and puts her back on the bed; to which she falls out of again. At this point, everyone knows she's faking it and the guard, less gracefully, drops her on the bed. This would not stand, so the fighter rolls to kick the guard in the ball's, nat 20. Let's just say that that did not help with getting us, i.e. me, to convince the bandit leader to let us go. Also, the only other player was a rogue that just woke up and then decided to go back to sleep.
I was playing dnd on a discord and we where fighting a vampire and he sent these ghosts at us and I wanted to attack so the dm told me to roll with disadvantaged because my bones were made of jelly (long story) so I rolled and got two fucking nat 20s, we where all so dumbfounded so the dm just gave me triple damage and I rolled max damage. What a good game
JustThatGuy “bones made of jelly” Oh! Like that one time in Harry Potter where Gilderoid Lockhart fucked up his healing spell and made Harry’s bones disappear!
My first ever time playing DnD, we got to some fort and after about 20 minutes walking around and investigation, we got into a room with 3 coloured rocks with different curses. One only lets you speak when someone is speaking, another that only lets you speak with a word starting with S and ending with S, and you howl in pain when you hear the letter S. It was really difficult to do all 3, and it took the team a long long time to figure out what was wrong with me specifically. The DM was not expecting my character to just grab all 3 rocks.
Story starts like this... I was playing a Tiefling bard and We were approaching a town where there was quite a long line for entry, we finally got to the towns gates but they blocked our entry because they didn’t accept demons into the town. I calmly inform the guards that I am simply an Elf with horns and a tail, My DM asks me to roll for Deception and I roll a nat 20 to which the guards say “....seems right to me, carry on” I walked into that city like the happiest Tiefling alive
We were playing a campaign in which one of our players was a tiefling hunter. Our DM was mad at us( don’t remember why) and forced us into an in counter with a dire lion. We had no chance of winning, so the tiefling says “I want it, I try to train it!” DM: “ok...” tiefling: “Nat 20.” We named him fluffy
My Half Orc player... who was a blacksmith wooed a white dragon... Who lost everything. Married her and she resides in a simple village with her interspecies husband... Both wear mithril engraved rings, one took over four thousand gold to melt down and make
When my dwarf cleric was trying to be sneaky in a tavern, trying to overhear a conversation without being noticed, I rolled a nat 20. Mind you, I had full armor on and no stealth modifiers. It was insane because just me walking sounds like a bunch of coins rattling in a jar. I eventually got caught.
"Guys, just warning you now. I'm making a wisdom save and if I fail it this mayor is going to have a very angry weretiger doing unsanctioned and non consential cosmetic surgery on his face. *Nat 20* ... ok as you were"
Funniest moment Me and my party were making our way through a dungeon when we saw a castle. Yes I knew it was weird. The half-orc barbarian tried to open the castles gate but coudlnt then I, our sweet little elf cleric decides to try rolls a Nat 20 DM:"Arya (my character) opens the gate with such force the stones on the gate fall off of the castle wall" or something like that
So, a group of friends and I recently started a Dnd campaign to pass the time during quarantine. All of us, except for the DM are first time players. The first day, of our campaign, we come across a spooky tower. One of our friends, whose character is a pencil-wielding gnome named Dixon Ticonderoga goes up the tower. Along the way, he has to roll a stealth check when some sort of wispy dark tendril comes out of the building. He rolls a nat 20 and literally turns into an actual garden gnome on the spot.
This happened today when my friends are playing (I am the DM). The elf ranger is buying a bunch on potions in a gnome village when the shop owner says “That’s gonna be 22 gold Miss” Now the ranger has 17 gold. She just spend a bunch on arrows and a candle. She then tries to get a lower price and I make her do a charisma check. She rolls a nat 20 and our Dragonborn fighter is ecstatic because she bet that she would get one and the half elf mage made a deal to get one of the potions. The ranger gets the price down to 11 GP and they left to continue on their adventures.
Spoiler alert: The rules don't actually say you can kill an elder god by throwing a normal rock at it with a natural 20. That's only if the DM decides to do it against all sense just for the lols.
DM here, playing 3rd edition. Our party, new to sea travel, was sailing when awe ran into a typhoon. Told everyone to roll constitution. Out barbarian was the only fail. He got so sick over the next few days, that by the time we got back into harbor, we failed our health inspection with just that one room. However, the Harbor master told us if the room was clean by that night we could pass. The room was so filthy that no one but our barbarian could even get close. So we tell him to clean it by himself. Double nat 20. We come back to find it so clean everything sparkled (like a cartoon). The barbarian had discovered bleach. That is how our barbarian became the ship's janitor.
This was from one of my campaigns from high school. A little backstory first. I was playing in 4e as a Diva Paladin. Earlier in the campaign, I had rolled a nat 20 in an investigation check and gotten “The inflate bag of kinky shit.” Where I could basically think of something kinky (fuzzy handcuffs, whips, parachute, dildos you name it.) and pull it out. It came in handy when threatening people. A black studded leather cat of nine tails does a lot if you’re creative. We were all at a tavern and we were all doing our own thing when I decided to...rectally pleasure myself with the aforementioned whip. The DM asked for a Con saving throw. Nat 20. In a form of strange Devine magic the whip got absorbed into my body and morphed itself into nine fluffy white fox tails. I became a nine tailed fox. I also got resistance to fire and could turn into a massive nine tailed fox at later levels. It was awesome! I pulled out another nine tailed whip from my kinky bag and used that until I rolled another Nat 20, and got an Adamantine whip with a celestial diamond in the hilt. After the campaign ended the DM told me that my Diva had broken out of her cycle of rebirth and, after dying became a full on angel with nine sets of beautiful white wings and an adamantine celestial diamond whip.
We played one of the starter set stories with my friends, and they had a funny interaction. They encountered a big gap before the bossroom, and they had the wonderfull idea, to throw a rock into the hole. For some reason, they spent almost 2 hours to get that rock out of the hole. When they managed to get it, one of the players, a tiefling rouge asked me (DM) if they could ask the rock if he's OK. I was really surprised and started to laugh, but I said sure, why not. The other player, a dragonborn paladin, rolled for a performance check... nat20. They were happily screaming, because they thought they will have a rock pet.... Me: "Okay, as you shout to the rock, you create a massive blow with your mouth, and the rock rolls out of the rouge's hand, and lands on the floor." For some reason, they thought it was a sign from God, they kept the rock, named it Marcell Prince, and now they worship it as a God......
Playing a Sorcerer. First time ever in combat (first DnD game in my life), with the monk and I ending up having to fight a gladiator that we should by no means be able to defeat on our own. Sure enough the monk goes down in a single round (both of us are Lv.1), and the gladiator turns to look at me. Me: Panic-casts Sleep. DM: "Misses, but roll for Wild Surge." At this point I think it's important to mention that we've home-brewed my Wild Magic pretty heavily. Rolling a nat 1 will give me a bad effect, while a nat 20 will give me a good effect, from the 'The Net Libram of Random Magical Effects' with 10.000 magical effects, including everything from turning marginally prettier to extinguishing the sun. The DM rolls, checks and rolls again. He stops for a second and lets out a small hysterical laugh. DM: "The gladiator charges at you, his spear being aimed at your chest. With his mighty strength, he puts all his power behind the thrust. It hits... and stops on your chest." Me: _"...I was going to just let my friend have a decent fight. Be the bigger guy and let you brats have some fun on your own. But now you've nearly killed my friend and I'm no longer in the mood. Give me the money you owe and walk away. No more has to get hurt today."_ DM: "Roll Persua- no wait, Intimidation." Me: Rolls 18. DM: "The gladiator, in a mixture of confusion and weariness, throws you his purse and backs away slowly." And that is the story of how I more or less soloed an overwhelming enemy with pure bullsh*t and gained Immunity to Non-Magical Piercing Damage for the rest of the campaign.
This is quite the book here, didn’t intend for that! My boyfriend was running a goofs campaign for me well he was finishing the planning for his more serious campaign. He wanted to have no main bbeg, the bbeg to change regularly. Instead my rivals would be the generals and underlings of the current bbeg. He wanted to have some familiar faces in the crowd of underlings so his plan was to have a system where the underlings followed the most evil master. This was heavily inspired the minions from Despicable Me. This was shortly after the minions movie came out and he knew I loved the weird little dumplings! This he didn’t tell me as he wanted it to be a surprise when the same sassy general showed up again and again. So I’m a roger doing rogue things going through a church/abby surreptitiously scooting gilded relics in to my bag. All that while being led around by the priest under the guise of being receptive to his oddly cult like religion. Weirder still as the guide continues I notice all the nuns are kobolds. Odd kobolds, softer scaled and chubbier. Eventually I realize their are some bigger ticket items I could get if I could ditch the escort. So I sneak attack the priest and knock him out. Continuing my exploration deeper into the catacombs did the church. I wandered for a bit before coming across a big circular room with a alter and a blade in the middle. I picked it up and before I can question my boyfriend about it’s stats he says the fateful words; “Roll initiative.” The priest had come back and was furious with me over attacking him and taking the knife. As a rouge no way was I going to part with my shinnies! As combat started I rolled crap, making loud sounds, clattering about, overall doing poor damage. All the while the hall filled with kobolds, though very few joined combat. Tides began to turn as he began to roll horribly and my rolls became uh... well... at least better. After a rather slow battle he goes down. I’m careful not to kill him as his little cult has peaked my interest. When he wakes I began my interrogation. I was rather new to DND at the time and had no idea that torture outside of combat would cause health points to drop down to dead. So I kick him, again and again. All the while my boyfriend is rolling unarmed attacks. But this priest isn’t talking. I tell my boyfriend I want to kick the priest in the teeth. Then the fateful 20 occurs. I do max damage to an already injured target. DM described how I kicked between his nose and mouth, crushing the bone in and sending the nasal bone up into his scull. Creating a bloody dent where most of his face and mouth should have been. I sighed at my chance at lost information as my DM realizes that in the eyes of the kobold-minion buddies I must look like the biggest badass right now. He described the murmurs of admiration and awe coming from the kobolds at the door to my torture room. I take this opportunity to roll for intimidation thinking I can get info from them. I roll a 18, he decided this was enough for some of the kobolds to choose me as their big bad. Not all of them, out of the fifty kobolds there only fifteen left with me as my little army. He though stealing a whole army with one roll was a little overkill, opting that only the kobolds near felt the full effects of my intimidating bloodlust. With that my boyfriend called the session, needing to figure out a new way the rest of the kobolds would meet their new master and my next bbeg. I’m overjoyed to have little kobolds! In the following sessions I gave them all names, inquired about their skills and hobbies, made my favorites little general cloaks and badges. Overall treating them like my little battle babies.
I’m a player and on my first campaign there was a fight in the group were our paladin decides to bitch slap our rouge as you may have guessed nat 20 it was so powerful it made his rapier fly out and end up in our barbarian’s arm dealing 12 damage
My favourite Nat 20 moment was when actually during a custom Pathfinder game. We had been captured and taken to this massive Drow city, and it was our goal to escape, but try to get seen as little as possible. The only thing is that we had an eight foot tall half-orc, half-ogre and he’s pretty hard to hide, so even though we had a surprising amount of success, we got caught fairly early on. We were a relatively low level and we couldn’t possibly take on the swarm of drow guards that discovered us, and we were all kind of panicking. Being a bard for a first time, my scared ass said “I look one of the guards in the eye and give him the most distressed/sexy combo I can.” I rolled for charisma, Nat 20. Sufficed to say, the guard slaughtered every other guard in my bard’s name, and she ended up with a Drow bodyguard.
I am not a DM but I play dungeons and dragons quite often. Then one time we had to fight a stone giant. My character is a 14-year-old 2 foot one, 27pound halfling. We were all at extremely low HP and the giant was about to crush us. I asked my brother (the DM), if I could throw my dagger at it. The stone giant had only 1 HP left, and I was at least 30 feet away. He asked me to roll if I could actually hit it. Nat 20. That was my best dungeons and dragons moment ever.
player, not dm This is my first time playing dnd btw. My party was returning from the adventure and we had 7 barrels of vinegar and sold them at 3 am. We rested and had a free day and our human fighter decided the chill for the entire day and the dm said sarcastically : " Sure roll to see how much you chill". Rolls Nat 20. Keep in mind this fighter rolls lower than 6 for inicitive and lower than 12 when hitting so him getting a nat 20 for chill shock us. Also this is another story where I broke the whole campain with on spell I am a wizard. My party got attacked by 4 hobgoblins. We won. While trying to interrogate the hobgoblins on the location of a castle, but they would not say it because they took an oath of life to not say the location. I a wizard use charm person and make him say where the castle is so we no longer had to go to a town full of undead to find the location of the castle and the dm did not prepare for this so we had to call off the session early. Ps: Sorry for different stories and not much detail still my first dnd is going fun.
2016ish 4e campaign. was playing as a bard with ELEVEN other people who were all friends and i was kinda the odd one out. one of the mages was a major butthole the entire time. i can't remember the specifics, but there was an ingot that said mage couldn't touch or it would incapacitate him. well, said mage DID grab the ingot and was dropped flat on his back and couldn't move. i just said "i'd like to roll please." DM: "there are no enemies around, but sure.. rolled a nat 20 vicious mockery roasted the guy pretty badly in real life... and quit the game. everyone laughed because it was a true and honest roast based on the guy's attitude and poor behavior in and out of game. 8-9 months of gameplay, 3 total fights (tutorial dungeon, random road bandits, and a single fetch quest), 32 hours+ total, players barely showed up and when they did it took an eternity per turn. given the dm and i were the only ones to always show up..... the run was 10000% over for me because i have a life to worry about.
the party was facing a sphinx and none of us could figure out the riddle. the halfing thief starts to ramble nonsense to the sphinx using bluff skill and rolls a nat 20, the sphinx got confused and let us pass with out answering his question
I remember rolling a Nat 20 for a nature check on a vat of glowing green liquid, I was the only one who even thought of doing a nature check. The DM told me that it was Wyvern Venom.
I've got one for you all (typing this on my phone, so I apologize for any typos or other errors). I have two groups, one online and the other in person. I'm the DM for the in person group, but this story is about my favorite character of all time: H4M3R-F0R63, or Ham, a Warforged Champion Fighter/Juggernaut Barbarian. First, a quick description of the party: -Ham, the aforementioned hunk of metal, serving as the parties default tank (25 AC if that matters) -Cigel de Mervantes, a Human Battlemaster Fighter, and the only surviving member of the original party (my warlock was crushed by a windmill thanks to our bard, who proceeded to leave due to real life issues). He uses a heavy crossbow, but is built to fight in melee. -Resto, a Goblin Gunslinger, and the DPS monger of the party (consistently rolling 70+ damage per turn with either of her guns). -Rivaan, a Green Dragonborn Cleric of the Trickery Domain, and the youngest member of the party (he's about 12 years old, per the players description, and your typical prankster child). To sum the story here, our group had been jumping from plane to plane by various means, with Ham going head first and acting as a cannonball (wrecked a nice statue that way). It all lead up to us arriving at Primus, the home plane of the Aethernauts (basically vampires who used big machines to drain entire worlds of their magic). We found out that they were doing this whole mana farming business because Hadar (yep, THAT Hadar) was threatening to devour their world unless they sated his endless hunger. As we discovered, the Aethernauts had created a fake version of their machines (dubbed the False Monolith) that could, in theory, turn the tables and absorb Hadar. All we had to do was get it to the surface. On the way up, we were intercepted by a High Aethernaut who turned out to be the very same guy who started our endeavour (this mf had gotten the original party sucked through the first portal, when my warlock stole the gauntlet that opened it). One BBEG monologue later, and we rolled initiative. To add in one detail, we were playing on Roll20, and idk what the deal was, but the dice roller HATED our DM. Aethernaut comes last in initiative, while Resto, Cigel, Ham, and Rivaan proceed him, in that order. Resto goes crazy as always, burning her action surge to pump around 100 damage into this guy. Cigel goes next, scoring a crit on the Aethernaut and burning several maneuvers to knock him prone. Then its Ham's turn. I'd like to take this moment to say that, while Ham is built to take a hit, he isn't the best at dealing them. However, with the Aethernaut being knocked prone, and Ham having obtained and attuned to Azuredge (another story for another time), Ham rolls up on this guy and, pun intended, goes ham. Burning my action surge for a total of 6 attacks, I hit 5 of them... And, I kid you not, THREE of them were 20s even without advantage. And since the Aethernaut counted as undead... I think I almost broke the dice roller. After the fact, our DM told us that we had just merced a CR 25 Vampire Lord (we were each level 15 at the time) in what totalled out to be 18 seconds. I feel bad for our DM, since it seems like the dice just betray him when he brings out a boss. However, I will never forget what our DM said when Ham rolled almost 150 damage on the Aethernaut: "GOD F***ING DAMN IT! Why don't I get these rolls?" TL/DR: Challenging boss fight became a surround and pound
I was once a DM in D&D and my friend wanted to slap another player so he would wake up and he rolled a nat 20 so the person who he was slapping's head fell off.
I was apart of my fiends game, he's been wanting to host it so we finally got to it(Cat is the host). I'm running a Assamar Sorcerer, at this point my and my other friend(Tron) were going into the town square because a sort of meeting was going on for adventures to be assigned jobs. Anyone can come, anyways I walked around some and saw Trons character pretty easily as he stood out from everyone else. He's a Knoll, his race is the cat race(forgot the name) and was a monk. He's fucking tall as well, my character Leon is 5.5 while Trons character(Kaz) was almost 7. I walked up to him and we talked a bit, afterwords we'd agree to go into a party because why not. We went to different people who were offering jobs. For a better description of the job, the continent we were on was unexplored. So other than some port towns the Government didn't knowing anything about what was on it. This is a job to simply explore and depending on what you bring to the Government they'll pay you. back to the session, Leon walked over to a man who looked like a Knight. He turned out to be a bro, as in the best bro. We talked a bit more about the job but as we finished Leon said "I'm going to check a few other people out before I pick. See you soon." After that he went over to a few others but none of them really interested him. Plus outside the rp I thought it be best for us to be wise on who we go with sense each person was a different class. Now onto Kaz, he walked up to a fine looking gentlemen(looked rich) with a really nice top hat. Kaz was taller than him(shocking I know) and the conversation went something like this Kaz "If me and my friend join you can I have a top hat" Gentlemen "Of course and as a token of my trust you can have mine." He then proceeded to give his top hat to Kaz. After this we joined up again and were disusing on who to join, I wanted to join the Knight for being a bro and because he could handle himself in a fight. Plus he was a different class then us so it seemed beneficial. Kaz then agreed but told him about the hat but didn't tell him his plan to swindle the hat. After this we were leaving, the DM Cat told us to roll perception. We both got decent rolls, it turned out their was a table filled with bagels along with a guard next to the table, Leon proceeded to take one and snack on it. Kaz however is a interesting monk, he uses improvised weapons here and their. He then snuck over to the table(rolled a 6 for stealth) but the guard(rolled a 3) didn't see him stuff about 15 bagels into his pockets and walk away. This was the sign of the stories to come. and much more did, if you want to read me just reply saying so
Me and a couple of friends were playing a session, an important npc was almost dead and we had to find his wife, joking I say, 'roll for wife?', the dm allows it and we roll, a 17,18 and 19. I roll last, nat 20. So we did a huge part of the session in less than a minute, and created a 7th honorary stat- wife
I remember hearing about this from a friend. But a player wanted to roll to contemplate on the meaning of life. He got a Nat 20 and he now knows the meaning for life
This story comes from a campaign I am playing rn. Our dm has made an amazing campaign with his own lore made into a typical 5e campaign. In this session we end up getting ambushed by a segregated race of people known as themorians. Our party consisted of a halfling wizard (me), a human warlock, a human paladin and a npc named Deteron. Deteron is quite the badass but in this case, this shouldn’t have worked. At one point, a themorian wizard ended up casting a spell causing all our attacks to come at a disadvantage unless we made a constitution saving throw. However, our boi Deteron didn’t need that roll. The motherfucker rolls 2 Nat 20s when attacking one of the enemies. Our dm goes on to proclaim, “Deteron ends up punching the air causing the air to ripple in such a way that the enemy’s face breaks into several pieces before tumbling towards the ground.” Sadly, Deteron ended up dying in the next session, not before getting a nat 20 on a death saving throw and stating, “I DONT HEAR NO BELL.” This post is in honour of one of the best npcs I’ve ever played with.
We went to stay at a hotel the owner is at the front desk my friend says “How much do you want for a few nights since all the crap that’s happening outside” (referring too something we did before that’s another story) the owner says “what’s going on”. My friend “Oh a Giant Worm jumped into the sky and ate the sun” Rolls a nat 20 the Owner puts on a tinfoil hat screams “I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN” gives us the deed to the hotel leaves screaming and gets shot by the local authorities
The first ever campaign I played was a one shot at a birthday party, and it was full of magical items. During the dungeon crawl of this adventure, our ranger picked up a flaming sword. The final room held the chalice of Hokkaido, never ending seafood, and the main villain and it's guardian, a wax figure. Our ranger threw the flaming sword at the wax man and... Natural 20. He erupted in flames before melting before us, instantaneously ending the three hour escapade of a one shot and securing the treasure.
Mr.ripper/ brian how is your day? I got here the quickest I've got to a video also dave how is yours and also the other person ( sorry I forgot your name )
I was playing a tiefling Druid and the campaign was taking care of some goblins in a cave. I shape shifted into a rat to scout out what was ahead. I don’t remember what high numbers were rolled but it was pretty damn high. There was a goblin standing on bridge over an underground river. The goblin saw me, screamed, and ran off the bridge into the river and his neck was snapped because he hit the side of the ravine. I will remember that moment for centuries to come.
DM's Homebrew campaign. Party is in the area that my character came from - there'd been a rebellion he'd been the leader of but things didn't go the way he'd thought that they'd go, so he'd been forced to leave the country. Slight problem, there's a plague, or two, affecting seemingly everything. Soon, at least half of the party get infected, one way or another, with the rest keeping their distance. Tiefling assassin, whose god was recently killed, along with a bunch of others - end of the world and all that jazz - sits down, very sick. He prays for help from any god who was willing to help him. Contacts the God of Death, who turns him into an Undead Thrall. On the plus side, he's cured and immune to all sicknesses. On the other hand, our rather religious bard flips his lid at this - previously the party had fought a necromancer and their undead uprising. Funny enough, I, a human fighter and a former Commander of the on citry's guards, actually end up defending the Undead Tiefling, stating that we could kill him if he betrayed us, but that we needed all the help that we could get. Of course, when the bard repeated the stuff about the evil necromancer, I was like - "They aren't all evil." Of course, later in the session, my guy got knocked out, and wasn't revived at the end of the session - although since the rest survived, idea is that they took care of me. So, given that my won't be up for a bit, I decided to write a few letters in my head - one to the Gods still alive, asking for help, and one that's a message to my teammates, explaining why all necromancers aren't evil - idea being that my guy was a bigot towards nonhumans (seems to be a popular pastime for my countrymen), until he ended up encountering his wife, who was friends with a bunch of rather odd nonhumans, and was also a necromancer - she had made him see the errors of his ways, and he ended up learning more about them, including their languages (he has the Linguist feat and knows 5 languages including Common). We'll have to see what happens later though - in two weeks, as I can't really spend much time playing next session due to real life reasons and the next session after won't be for two weeks due to DM's own real life reasons. Update - rolled a 16 plus 2 for my Religion (Intelligence) check, so that's an 18 (I have a smart fighter). We'll still have to see what happens in two weeks.
@General Zero Two Given what's going on, next session won't be for some time, which stinks. Oh well, gives me time for me to work on character's wife's group of oddballs.
@@Im_A_Nerd No, but the group's main DM isn't playing - their wife is in one of the At Risk categories - and doesn't want to risk her health, which is understandable. Currently, about half the group is playinga side campaign, and I'm working on some of my own.
It was a pathfinder campaign, and one of our first big fights against some goblins attacking the town. We were all pretty new to tabletop RPG's at this point, so we were all always excited for battles like this. Our DM was always skilled at making them encounters that we really had to use the terrain to strategize for too. Anyway, one of the goblins comes charging at our human cleric while riding on his goblin dog mount. As he rolls to attack her, he gets a nat 1 and confirms the crit. fail. We were playing with the crit. hit and crit. fail deck of cards. The card read. "Attack misses and is a critical threat on nearest ally." The nearest ally was his mount. DM rolls to confirm, and it succeeds. The crit. hit card reads, "Double damage and target takes 1d4 of INT damage." he rolls a 2. Goblin dogs only have 2 INT, so this made it go braindead for the rest of the encounter. The DM then explains the situation to us. DM: So the goblin goes to attack the cleric, but is as he does, his attack bounces off her armored breasts and ricochets back into his mount's head, giving it a concussion so bad that they tumble to the ground. For the rest of the night, we had really good luck with our cirts. I don't really remember what the others are, but the main point was our cleric's tits saving the day and making the fight much easier. DM: After seeing the one goblin's epic fail to attack Carr-ian (pronounced Car-dash-ian), they are so shocked that wiping out the stragglers is simple child's play.
For reasons that made sense at the time my ranger, during the out of the abyss campaign, was trying to turn one of two hook horror corpses into something akin to a mascot costume. Two bad rolls, a 3 and a 1, basically had him knee deep in gore and bits of hook horror. Tried one last time - nat20 and the dm rules somehow I stitch together the corpses into a better than new costume
One time, during a 3.5 campaign back in 2005, we were playing a home group. It was where we traveled using ships. During the campaign we came across a Djinn. Everybody was asking for wishes and had to roll for it. They rolled low and bad things happened to them. I rolled a Nat 20 and got gifted Control Air as a Feat. I could make my ship fly naturally. I was the Druid of the group. I ended up rolling really well and had a flying ship with a cauldron of endless water that fed a ship made from trees and roots that could fly. I got so overpowered at such a low level it kinda broke that game and made people jealous.
Your voice sounds a lot like a Casino Cups dub I watched. Take it as a compliment, because it's one one my favorites, and it got me further interested in this. (Bonus points because it's not google translate like most reddit read vids)
When I was younger my dad was running a session with me and a couple of my friends. I was a cleric who managed to OHKO a skeleton at level 1 because inflict wounds is OP. A friend was a bard who could only hurt with Vicious Mockery, and another was a barbarian who managed to hit for 46 damage at level 1.
In my first DnD campaign, I played an elven wizard that was sort of the de-facto strategist of the party. My friend played a half-elf bard who mainly acted as the party's support. She'd summon a random instrument during most fights and begin singing to cheer us on, that sort of thing. During one intense "Haunted House" type session, we come to the BBEG who cursed this place and find out that it is the bard's mentor. Her mentor has gone insane and attacks the party. He proves to be a difficult fight for our group, as he's got crazy high dexterity and is hard to hit. I'm thinking, trying to come up with an effective strategy, and finally I take a note from the DM's epic, creepy organ music playing in the background - literally. My elven wizard turns to the bard and says, "You can summon instruments, right? Why don't you summon something really, really big. On top of this guy." My friend's bard goes along with it and asks the DM if she can summon a pipe organ on top of the BBEG. He lets her roll for it. Nat 20. The BBEG gets crushed under a magically summoned pipe organ.
Had a great one tonight. My warforged monk, Heyu, was in what was basically a cage match - him and the rest of the party against a barbed devil. He went to make his first attack and failed the attack roll. "OK," I said, thinking that was that, "He's just shaking his fists menacingly." "Roll for intimidation," the DM replied. NAT 20! The devil ran to the corner of the cage, screaming in fear and bewilderment. Heyu and the party's barbarian each got an attack of opportunity against it, and with a few good rolls turned what was supposed to be a difficult and lengthy encounter into a quick smackdown.
Fully home brew campaign world I created back in the mid-late 90's running under slightly modified 2E Revised AD&D rules. One of the Elven races in my world is called a Drakin (pronounced Dray-kin), which is basically an elf with draconic features a la Goliath and Demona from Gargoyles. One of my players was running a Red Drakin mage (color has no bearing on alignment since all Drakin are mostly neutral and a bit reclusive; however, color does indicate primary breath weapon, though only a 2 die version of it), and the group ran across a pack of orcs. The PC's were outnumbered 4 to 1. The Drakin takes to the air and casts "Mirror Image" on himself so it looks like there are 6 of him flying instead of one. The orcs managed to hit one of the illusions, dispelling that image, leaving 5 (him plus 4 copies). He decides to use his breath weapon on the orcs, hoping to hit one. He rolls a Nat 20. "The rest of the group and the attacking orcs watch in astonishment as the 5 identical Drakins rear back, then thrust their heads forward to breathe a gout of fire at the 4 orcs in front of him. As one, all 4 orcs had decided which of the 5 Drakins had to be the real one and dodged the flames from that Drakin... only to walk right into the fire breath of the REAL Drakin all at the same time. And all four of them died, fully and completely barbequed." From then on, all Nat 20 rolls in my game became known as "Orc Flambe`!" As a bonus, the group managed to capture one of the orcs instead of killing it, and the Drakin, with a bit of magical persuasion, convinces the orc to travel with the group. Said orc became the Drakin mage's "Emotional Support Orc" for the duration of the adventure.
I play a twelve year old urchin girl. And I roll a nat twenty to hug an enemy giant immortal skeleton(we were supposed to run and get chased to a safe place where we would learn something important, I don't know). Long story short, I now have an overprotective skeleton dad
That's oddly wholesome.
cute
I would SO allow this in any of my campaigns.
You are now Frisk from undertale
That's absolutely great
"The rock, not yet satisfied with its bludlust". This was so funny omg
TheBritishGamer That rock heard what Chris Redfield did to its uncle, so it's been working out.
At that point, I would've said that the rock is a mini Earth Elemental. It has no limbs, but it can fly and attacks by slamming itself into things.
@@GZilla311 I think the rock was the one Killer Croc almost used to kill Batman that one time and Croc's rage somehow was absorbed by the rock.
(insert obligatory Dwayne Johnson reference here)
TheBritishGamer that my favorite story.
"noooo!!!! rocky!!!!"
guess it used up its existence dealing with all the skeletons, like Guy using the gate of death to its fullest potential.
Dude, he should've said the rock is cursed on that 1. It thirsts for heads. If you're not careful, it will take your head.
I have the feeling that this clod in particular happens to contain some of Balboa's fist.
Kittsuera the gods shall gift you this one weapon...
The earth of heaven.
Any enemies you use it on shall be decimated but upon the end of the fight it shall fade to nothing.
Proceeds to yeet the hell out of it
John Abramo Then it would be a magic item XD
That Rocky part was too perfect, Italian TVs translated "Ashita no Joe" into "Rocky Joe", if anyone knows how that anime ends, you get the perfect reference 😂
Dm: the magic doors open.
Me knowing full well theres some kind of trap: I run in there before everyone else.
Dm: roll DeX save.
Me: rolls a 20
Dm:... you ran in and notice there isn't a floor and walk back out.
Cartoon physics. They never get old. :)
But the DM could have said "You start to run into the room but notice there's no floor just barely in time to stop before you fall in."
I hope they nicknamed your character Wile E Coyote or something
I scream laughed at this for almost 5 full minutes.
CHARGE!!!!! oh hey theres no floor *walks back out*😂🤣😂🤣
I love that
"NOOOOOOO!!! ROCKY!!!" Truly the saddest death in any DnD game ever.
Eh, he was pretty disgusting in BFDI.
@@themightygallium9509 that was so long ago
fuck you for giving me nostalgia
It was too powerful to stay in the material plane
It was hen all the luck caught up to him.
Dragonborn sorcerer, fed up because combat was taking a long time: “I run into a wall”
Me, an equally fed up DM: “Roll for it I guess”
Dragonborn: *rolls a Nat 20*
Me: “Great! You run into the wall. It collapses, which weakens the roof. The roof then falls onto the remaining hostiles in the area, miraculously missing other party members and friendly NCP’s”
Faith Sampson 👏🏻
when a party member and the dm have had enough of an encounter: "fuck it, you trip on a rock and face plant on the ground weakening the ground below the hostiles causing the floor to collapse under the hostiles. encounter over we're done here."
non character players mn yes
Lol
I was jokingly told to roll for sticking my tongue out at the corpse of a BBG. Nat 20. The corpse dissolves thanos style in shame
I aspire to be that kind of character. It would be hilarious.
Imagine if his corpse was good loot XD
That is freaking hilarious!
The thanos tounge!
*_I N F U C K I N G S H A M E_*
Summary of the story:
“I throw a rock”
And then dm totally fails to realise rocks don’t kill gods and rules that someone killed a god.
@@mickeyboy90 It was a big rock.
How much hp did that boss have? Better yet how much damage did the rock do?
my first kill in my first encounter in my first game of dnd was made by throwing a rock (sort of). this was 3.5e. i was a sorc traveling with a monk, ranger, and cleric. while in the woods, we found two paths and split up to scout them out. cleric and i took one, monk and ranger took the other. after a few minutes i start hearing yelling and went towards it but stayed hidden behind a tree. i see an elven archer up in a tree shooting arrows at the monk and ranger (note, our ranger only had a 6 int and had decided that yelling insults was a better option over trying to shoot back). the monk was slowly climbing the tree but was rapidly losing hp. i took a perseption check to find a decent size rock (easy enough in a forest) and used mage hand on it. i launched the rock, hitting the archer in the chest. she failed a dex check and fell out of the tree to her death. our monk, about a foot away from the branch the elf was on just sighed and shook his head tiredly, having survived with 1 hp left. (and the ranger "stole" the leather armor from my kill. lol)
@@darcraven01 How people out there are trying to emulate Killer Croc?
I was DMing, and the rouge was doing rouge stuff.
Rouge: "I want to pick the lock."
Me: "Are you sure?"
Rouge: *Rolls Dice* Nat 20.
Me: *Snickers* It takes but a second, and you here a click.
Rouge: "Sweet, I go in."
Me: "Well, the door was unlocked before, so you actually locked it when you tried to pick it."
Rouge: "Oh, I pick the lock again." *Rolls a nat 1*
Not only did the rouge lock the essential door that they had to go thru, but she also jammed her lockpicks, making this iron door essentially unpassable to the point they had to return later in the campaign when they were strong enough to break down the door.
Lol
note to self. check to see if the door is unlocked first... (and come to think of it I have accidentally locked the door before when it was already unlocked so its a believable outcome XD)
I had something similar happen in one of my campaigns. Our Rogue rolled a Nat1 to pick a lock, and broke her lock picks off in the door. This one was a heavy oaken door. Our Wild Magic Sorcerer decided to help with a fireball (not checking to make sure everyone was out of the way first), hit our Rogue with the fireball when he rolled a Nat1, and was sent into the Astral Plane when he got a Nat20 on his Wild Magic roll. The fireball alerted the enemies on the other side of the door, and our Rogue was knocked unconscious within the first round of combat. We survived, but when our Sorcerer got back from the Astral Plane our Rogue nearly killed him with a sneak attack.
Understandable given what happened.
Glorious.
"Slayer of Universes" but dies by a Nat 20 & a rock
Me: 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
He just killed Emperor Goez (from Blaster Master) with a fucking rock when it took US a fuckton of firepower to put him down. I hate that guy.
D&D Life Expectation: Nat 20ies.
A nat 20 nature rock made by local material tainted by said persons power, then sneak attacked, critical hitted and hit in the soft area. Essential perfect kill. Lol can you guess why nat 20 only got a rock. XD
This is an example of DM's taking the Nat 20 too far
Skelly Sniper YT I mean, as one of the guys in this series mentioned, Nat 20s for his/her game means they can do anything even bordering the end of logic. I’ll assume these DMs did the same, rather than actually use stats... and I prefer it this way XD
I was playing a loxodon (elephant creature) and I asked “can I do a backflip” the dm said “I don’t think that elephants can jump so disadvantage”
Two nat 20s. He still hasn’t touched the ground
The rogue in my party had to enter the house through a window, open the door for us, and we had to get in, possibly without being noticed, it was the first campaign for all of us (except the DM).
Rogue:"I try to sneak into the house through the window and open the door."
Nat 20.
DM: "despite you forgot to check if someone was looking in your direction, you've been lucky enough that they weren't. You slightly open the door to let the others enter."
Monk: "I go next, right? Well, I enter the room, trying to make as few noise as possible".
Nat 1.
It was the beginning of the campaign, we didn't really realize what that could mean.
DM:"even if you spent most of your life alone, you never forgot good manners, and as you push the door aside, you say 'Excuse me', so that everybody could notice you're getting in."
During a one-shot, me and my companions were resting in a dwarven tavern. As a bar fight ensues, my character Oberon Carter (a Lvl 3 Goliath Paladin) in his drunken influence, decides to seduce the dwarven bouncer for the pub. She was a level 7 fighter. The first attempt, didn't go well as she tossed me across the room. A random bard npc was there, so I asked him to play some romantic music. He was playing bagpipes, so he began playing. (Lion kings Can you feel the love tonight). The wizard or sorcerer in our party, wanting me to succeed casted a guiding bolt at me. (Our DM at the time said it didn't cause damage since I let it happen and how the sorcerer said it didn't want to hurt me). So with a bardic inspiration from the NPC bard (thanks to the DM) and the effect of guiding bolt, as well as advantage from the alcohol for charisma checks, I go and attempt to try again.
My character goes down on one knee (since my character was 7'6" and the dwarven woman was 4 ft) and says "My back may be broken, but my spirit is not. I ask that you allow me to place a kiss upon you tender lips. If you dont like it, you can always return it."
I roll...
Nat 20
The dm describes that having such a beast of a man say such sweet things, caused her battle hardened heart to soften.
They got married a year later.
Year later? For a one-shot? O.o
@@ivian8425 one year is pretty fuckin quick
As usual punching fixed it
@@cykablyatthemovie2424 not in a world where you can easily be attacked and killed by an ancient dragon at any given moment
@@Allantitan I dont get waht you're saying but I'd rather drink 5 bottles of rosé then try to decode it
So I had been invited to play with a friend's crew and being a noob the others (not my friend) made me a rouge character. Only they made her basically a sex slave/maid/cook type. Made her do some very disgusting/disturbing things. DM goes to tell them off, but I wanted to punish them, so I was going to murder them in their sleep. Well we came to a dungeon and you had to roll to sense your patron God to enter. They'd had issues with a certain thief God's followers. Guess who rolled a Nat 20? The DM starts to cackle and says "Not only is Starliene allowed to enter, but her patron God is summoned on the spot." Turns out her Patron God was the BBEG. Roll to establish connection. Nat 20. Another cackle....."When he gazes upon his follower, he notices a stark similarity between the rouge and an ex lover who was kidnapped and lost to time."
Turns out my rouge was the BBEG's only child and boy was dad not happy about the treatment of his little girl! Poor level 3 bastards never had a chance. (me and my friend + the DM kicked the others out and found New players btw)
That’s awesome :)
That’s kind of intervention is awesome! Good story justice has been done.
Never trust someone puts red on their cheeks.
Damned rouge characters.
They shoulda known!
Me: *gets to the part where the rogues dad turns out to be a god and the bbeg*
Also me: *imagines the gods/dads face when he realized that the rogue was his kid* ….good thing I’m on the toilet
this is one of those moments where even Lady Luck and RN-Jesus have mercy in bad situations
honestly amazing move on that DM's part!
first session ever
there’s a lady with 24 rats.
me: I want the rats
DM: w h y
me: I like rats
DM: if you don’t roll a nat20 then no
me: nat20
My pc: “these are my rats.”
old lady: “Oh, nice.”
The DM is over here in utter shock
so what i'm getting from this video so far, is that the most powerful weapon in the game
Is a rock
Especially if it's the bodypiece of the party's stone elemental engineer
and a pickle
Nah, the strongest weapon is a bad DM. Rock is at most an improvised weapon 1d4 dmg, crit... 2d4+str
Yes
And A Pickle
@@zacullizif the players are having fun, then they're not a bad dm. that's the job of the dm after all, to guide the players and make it enjoyable. if you embrace the rule of cool, you'll be a better dm and your players will thank you.
Are we not gonna talk about how he sounded like Shrek saying “Pure Scottish Platinum”
Played a Kender thief, AD&D 2nd Ed.
Dragon doing strafing runs on us.
Me taking cover. Logic was I couldn't melee a flying creature, and it would run out of breath attacks forcing it to land.
Party casting spells, firing arrows etc.
Mage: You going to help?
Me: What do you expect me to do?
Mage: Throw a dagger or something.
Me: Yeah, that's going to work. I throw a dagger.
Roll: Nat 20
Roll Damage: 4
Damage double for Crit: 8
DM: Your dagger pieces the dragon's eye and it crashes into the ground with a force that shakes the Earth under your feet.
We all stare at DM.
Dm: You guys had it down to 6hp before he threw the dagger
XDDDD
Hah
5th level Party in a blizzard, waiting with a Level 19 NPC for a Cloud Giant’s floating castle to show up at our location. Blizzard takes unusually long to pass over and we realize it’s a magic illusion. Our Druid and Sorcerer decide to team up to attempt to dispel it.
Sorcerer gets a Natural 20 and actually dispels the magic keeping the castle afloat. So we had a giant castle plummeting to the earth on our hands.
Fun times.
Whoops. When Nat 20s work but don’t end well XD
One of my friends is a dm and his funny one is:
The party intruded on a dragon lair and the dragon is naturally pissed. The bard attempts to seduce the beast to calm it. Nat 20. Bard and dragon get frisky and dragon mounts the bard. Its dick rips through her and kills her instantly. Player was pissed. Dm then says “nat 20 means you succeed, it does not mean it ends well for you.”
There should be second roll for dick size. I would fell cheated...
Couldn't the dragon have shapeshifted? Plus if the bard seduces someone it isn't like an instant sex party. There is still talking to be done. Also did your DM roll damage? That seems like a fucked up insta kill.
Had a similar experience, but the dragon had a vore fetish.
@@drawbyyourselve similarly, had a mini boss that everyone rolled 20's on sudduction for, so I made him a sadist and a necrophiliac. I then told them that Viper, which was his name, now wanted to kill you even fast as your corpses would be great to defile, and then had him duel wield massive greatswords. They did not beat him. It wasn't an insta tpk, but I ended the session on that and haven't had another session. Each week they ask me if we're doing it agian and I just respond with, "your characters are still passed out."
Happened to me too, except I became a butt plug
During a session, a dragonborn warrior, a human trickster and I, an undead assassin faced off an Eldritch being (not a god) in a forested area, it was a mass of rot and with over hundreds of ridiculously large, mouth riddled tentacles flailing out. The trickster was trying to do some damage by sending explosive tarot cards at the monster, but was knocked unconscious after having been hit into a tree by a wayward tentacle.
My character was stunned due to using a racial ability called "Consume Flesh", he bit a tentacle to try and regain some health. Now he stood there, his body now being infused with a little power no living person can withstand but needing to fight for dominance in his own mind against the mental prowess of this monster.
The dragonborn fighter on the other hand decided to just punch the tentacles away from reaching his comrades. He had been previously wounded from an earlier fight and his left leg was eventually crushed by a tentacle.
The dragonborn decides to grab his friends and retreat, so on one good leg, he grabs both of us into the crooks of his arms and hops away. The Eldritch being brings a tentacle down on us, the dragonborn rolls for evasion. Nat 20. He uses his immense strength to jump out of the way and on top of a tree.
The Eldritch being brings down another tentacle.
Dragonborn rolls for evasion, Nat 20! He jumps off the tree and still hops away. This enrages the Eldritch being, and slams a third tentacle so the dragonborn rolls for evasion again. Nat. Fucking. 20.
He dodges and this attack was the last thing the Eldritch being could do before phasing out of existence.
That was the luckiest thing our fighter had ever been. Now, we call him the Party Bouncer.
Lol RIP 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
This is a long one, bit I promise it's worth it.
So one of my players has a reoccurring character Rith. He's an immortal spirit that gets reincarnated every new campaign, possessing a poor unfortunate person every time. The constants are simple, he's basically a dirt bastard with a complete lack of personal standards or morals, wears a luchadore mask, and has a a redeemable love of children whom he'll protect and site on. We realized he's basically Deadpool as a possession demigod/spirit.
As the DM, I felt it would be fun to put him up against a real luchadore... One that understood honor and would be predisposed to find everything about him disgusting, just by nature alone (I wasn't going to just rig it so he'd hate him, just let it happen).
It went better and worse than I could have ever planned.
The luchadore first spots him in the town square and quizzes him innocently, believing he may be a kindred spirit. Upon realizing Rith, a ranger in this life, doesn't even know what Lucha is, and that he will not remove his false Luchadore mask, he feels he must engage Rith in combat to correct the blasphemy.
Rolls a nat 1 (don't worry, the 20 is coming) and the crit chart I rolled had him trip in his bull rush, and be knocked unconscious for 3 turns... Long enough for Rith to take off the Luchadore's mask, pocket it, and walk into his original intended destination.
The luchadore wakes up, dishonored at his unmasking and swears revenge!
The player of Rith was running late the next session and we decided that when his character rejoined the party, it was with him running to the party, with the luchadore following right behind, swearing vengeance!
The party's bard has some quick thinking, and put the luchadore to sleep to subdue him.
I've never felt an ear to ear grin over voice chat before, but I felt it emanating from Riths player in that moment.
As the players all resolve to leave the sleeping luchadore in the middle of the street, Rith does the most Rith thing he can: takes the man's mask of, pisses in it, and puts it back on his head...
The party was surprised, but not entirely, as they shrugged it off as either Rith being Rith, or something to do with this lucha thing, and moved on. Some of them began asking, 'is this what Luchadores do to one another?' and 'i don't understand this luchadore business one bit, seems petty'
We then made it canon that Rith remembered inventing lucha in a past life when he was drunk and wanted to wrestle an entire village's strongest men. 'i think I was a dwarf then' he mused... The rest of the details are very fuzzy...
Later that day the luchadore found the party once again, but this time challenged Rith to a duel as the main attraction of the carnival the next day, hoping to use a man's challenge to keep his friends from interfering. The challenge would avenge his honor and disgrace Rith once and for all!
Rith agrees.
The next day the luchadore stops the carnival parade to call out Rith and invite all to the town square for the bout of the night!
Rith is unbothered, and goes to the carnival's petting zoo. Through a bizarre set of events, Rith gets a raptor animal companion at the carnival zoo (it was setup 'pet a shark style' where you fed it meat and pet it while it ate), and brings it around with him. At this point no one is surprised to see Rith with such a creature as an animal companion.
He takes it to the town square where the carnival has placed a ring. The luchadore has unbeknownst to the party attempted to rig the fight. That past few days have made him a broken man already with a talent for bravado, which he puts on full display. He calls out his opponent as he approached the ring, and bribes the officiant to announce him as 'the dishonorable Rith!' which led to booing and ridicule. Any other PC would have gotten minuses from the crowds attitude, but that doesn't fit with Rith's personality. He doesn't care. In fact, he thinks of the whole thing as a compliment, name and all.
Rith steps into the ring with his Raptor on his shoulders, something I allowed for flavor to the moment. 'Prepare for death' the Luchadore says as he takes his stance.
Rith readies his bow.
'FIGHT!'
Initiative goes to Rith, how 'fortunate'. He's two levels below the luchadore, and he doesn't know the luchadore has a friend under the ring ready to cast spells to trip Rith the moment he is forced to move...
Turned out 'fortunate' was an understatement.
"Ummmm" I hear over Skype. "I'm rolling to confirm"
"Wat" was all I could manage.
I hear dice land. "18 to confirm?"
"Fuck, roll damage"
There's silence as he does some math.
"42"
I share my screen of the Luchadores character sheet so he can bear witness to the fact that that was exactly what he needed to one shot the luchadore. For flavor, I begin to ask "where do you ai-" I stopped, knowing full well the answer before I can finish.
"His dick" we say in unison.
No sooner has the fight been called to start than does Rith loose his arrow, sailing gloriously into it's intended target. In a moment, Rith adds 'Chorizo on a stick' to his list of inventions to go right alongside Lucha...
The penis/arrow land behind the luchadore, and he faints instantly with a gasp.
The crowd let out a collective gasp, the party was horrified, his 'manager,' the a large blood rager (sorc barbarian hybrid), exclaimed "there is no honor in such a blow good man!", And the world seemed to stop... you could hear a pin drop...
To make matters all the worse (or more Rith like), the raptor then proceeded to jump down and feast on his master's new invention... A grumble can be heard...
The scene made Rith hungry, so he looked for a hotdog stand.
No regerts
Freaking Discord (or whatever it is) XD
And an update to this, the luchadore came back and fought us....Rith critted and completed the task of fully castrating the guy
I want to meet Rith, he sounds like a great guy to party with
@@Cozy_Colin he sounds like he'd actually be fun at partys
This rolls a nat 20 in awesome
Unfortunately My Reply Rolls A Nat 1.
@@estinsidebottom not in this case
@@diamondback1952 Yay!
This is a... Strange conversation
@@spooksdiscord2231 Yes, Yes It Is.
I was playing a one shot with some guys back in China.
Our party had a rogue (Grog), which had to be stealthed at all times. He was a stealth maniac, so everytime he was not stealthed he used his action to stealth him again. So we encountered our BBEG, a Beholder, and our DM tells the rogue, that he was seen by the Beholder's true sight. Our rogue, being incredibly skilled at stealth and Intimidations screams: "YOU DO NOT SEEE GROG!!" and rolls a net twenty. Needless to say, all eyes from the beholder look into another direction and he was stealthed again ;)
Why steal stories from other big videos bruh
Grog the barbarian rogue is from Neckbeardias channel
Stone elemental: (spots Grog)
Grog: YOU DO NOT SEE GROG!!
Stone elemental: (activates some sort of alarm)
th-cam.com/video/wifOU9xN19I/w-d-xo.html
@@thebritishgamer836 Dude i didn't steal. Wasn't even knowing the guy who played this stole it from someone else. Just found it super funny.
Why does your Loch Ness monster voice sound like Kermit the Frog? 🤣
Sounded right?
When your DM is figuring out a spell to cast for the boss battle and says:
"Jesus, that's a lot of dice to roll!"
-_-
We were searching for one of our party members after talking to a wizard. I (a dragonborn druid) decided to roll to scan the area, with the help of my friend (a tiefling rouge).
Me: *rolls nat 1*
Friend: You can roll again since I'm assisting you
Me: Ok. *Rolls nat 20*
Our DM cracked up lol
Somewhere, a million million Player's Handbooks are screaming to be read, even just once.
A few years back i was playing a homebrew campaign and well our fighter decides to flirt with a hotel receptionist and our dm says roll nat 20 dm says:She takes. you to a room and you lose 3 turns (they got it on) meanwhile he asked how he can prevent her pregnancy dm says roll against it nat 20 dm says:An angel comes down from heaven and gives you a magical(1st) condom
Roll another 20 to seduce the angel XD
@@ivian8425 that would have been funny if any of us had thought of it then
@@sagewoodfrost9373 if you think about it he could've ended up getting a harem
@@arthurthekyogre9155 true however in a later game he paid for 20 hookers 19 female and 1 male to and I quote 'keep things interesting'
@@sagewoodfrost9373 but that's not as interesting as having a harem that includes a receptionist, an angel, and Arceus knows what else
Rolls Nat 20 to break down a door with a flaming burst enchanted mace. Behind the door was the bandit camps storage of explosives. We all died.
TPK = Total Party Kill, how I missed this I have no idea, hope this doesn't break the flow too much. Brian will be lashed 15 times for this and will stop editing while pissed :) lol
on't forget about the live stream on Friday 13th!
P.S.discord.gg/KKJ3xrf
Spooky
Sorry if it was sarcasm, but isn’t it “Total Party Kill?”
Wanna hear my funniest nat 20?
One thing I wanna say real quick is that ever since the switch from TTS to narrators (and even before a lot of the time) I can really feel the passion from this channel. Everyone always sounds like they're really enjoying what they do, care about the audience, and so on. The wonderfully detailed and animated backgrounds are a nice touch too! It's nice knowing I can boot up one of this channel's videos and know I'm in for a warm voice, pleasing visuals, and engaging stories.
So in my current campaign, I'm playing as a Half-Elf (mind you, this is my first official campaign so I am very new to DnD still) and in the beginning of the campaign, my character ended up getting shot by an enemy (who one of my teammates knew, but he didn't like her) and I fell unconscious. My financés character helped mines back on her feet. While he did that, the lady that shot my character was tied up, my other teammates questioning her. Well, obviously my character was pissed, and I went over to kick her. Mind you, I just wanted to kick her in the ribs. I rolled a freaking nat 20, making my character kick her head, causing her neck to snap, and she died. Our entire group spent the next 5 minutes both in shock, and laughing our asses off.
Needless to say, I don't think I'll have another moment like that for a while lol.
I was playing a current session in 5e and my party and I were getting on a air ship.
I playing a Tiefling Druid decided it was a good idea to lasso a seagull out of the sky and rolled a NAT 1.
The rope found its way around the neck of the noble who had orchestrated the whole thing, so here I am yanking this man over the edge and hanging him.
Thinking all has gone down hill, I let go of the rope and he became a puddle on the ground with no real features left.
I rolled 3 20s in a row and killed my level 2 friend
On purpose? how and why did this happen?
I just have I dice that I got and idk if it loaded or not but it has a reputation for getting 20 or close to the 20 often
My story is 3 consecutive 20's also but caused a mass suicide
just a bleach bottle yes heavy lucky dice
I killed a literal god with two 20s and used another 20 to make shades fall from the sky onto my face
I remember being a dm for my friends and I was very specific saying they were looking at a bounty board and the rouge looks at me irl and with the most serious face says "can I roll charisma"
I looked at him and gestured for him to roll, he rolls Nat 20 I look at him and say "you managed to convince the bounty board but nothing happens"
So I was in a campaign last year, it started with me (a dragonborn paladin) going into a slave trade with the rest of the party on the stage being presented. One of them was our aarakocra wizard who and I quote says "I roll to shit"
And proceeds roll a nat 20 and shit all that was in his stomach out onto the platform and a bonus: I rolled a 20 to stab some poor slaver in the balls and killed him
The Gaster Gamer 2 I LOVE it!!
PFP checks out
So this just happened in my second campaign. Me and the party just had tpk, mostly our falt, my character was the first to wake up and find out that we had been captured. He decided to pretend to be asleep to see if he can get any info as to why he's not dead. A couple of minutes later the leader of a group of bandits, the guy that killed the party, comes in and talks with the guards. I roll a fifteen of performance and they don't realize I'm awake. The guards are talking about a mysterious map my character had, it turns out that's why they kept us alive. After an hr, the fighter wakes up and decides to also pretend to sleep. Only they decided to fall out of the bed, my character, on the other hand, is trying with no points towards charisma, to convince the bandits to let us go. One of the guards picks up the fighter and puts her back on the bed; to which she falls out of again. At this point, everyone knows she's faking it and the guard, less gracefully, drops her on the bed. This would not stand, so the fighter rolls to kick the guard in the ball's, nat 20. Let's just say that that did not help with getting us, i.e. me, to convince the bandit leader to let us go. Also, the only other player was a rogue that just woke up and then decided to go back to sleep.
I was playing dnd on a discord and we where fighting a vampire and he sent these ghosts at us and I wanted to attack so the dm told me to roll with disadvantaged because my bones were made of jelly (long story) so I rolled and got two fucking nat 20s, we where all so dumbfounded so the dm just gave me triple damage and I rolled max damage. What a good game
JustThatGuy “bones made of jelly”
Oh! Like that one time in Harry Potter where Gilderoid Lockhart fucked up his healing spell and made Harry’s bones disappear!
WHAT WAS RHE DISCORD
@@challengemaster4660 discord.gg/zEf9gb
Thanks
Do you guys still play?
My first ever time playing DnD, we got to some fort and after about 20 minutes walking around and investigation, we got into a room with 3 coloured rocks with different curses. One only lets you speak when someone is speaking, another that only lets you speak with a word starting with S and ending with S, and you howl in pain when you hear the letter S. It was really difficult to do all 3, and it took the team a long long time to figure out what was wrong with me specifically. The DM was not expecting my character to just grab all 3 rocks.
Story starts like this... I was playing a Tiefling bard and We were approaching a town where there was quite a long line for entry, we finally got to the towns gates but they blocked our entry because they didn’t accept demons into the town. I calmly inform the guards that I am simply an Elf with horns and a tail, My DM asks me to roll for Deception and I roll a nat 20 to which the guards say “....seems right to me, carry on” I walked into that city like the happiest Tiefling alive
We were playing a campaign in which one of our players was a tiefling hunter. Our DM was mad at us( don’t remember why) and forced us into an in counter with a dire lion. We had no chance of winning, so the tiefling says “I want it, I try to train it!” DM: “ok...” tiefling: “Nat 20.”
We named him fluffy
Player should have followed up with that dragon, she was probably into that.
I would have just rolled to seduce her in the beginning just to fuck with the elf
TwoHeavens i just killed Jesus christ
My Half Orc player... who was a blacksmith wooed a white dragon... Who lost everything. Married her and she resides in a simple village with her interspecies husband... Both wear mithril engraved rings, one took over four thousand gold to melt down and make
When my dwarf cleric was trying to be sneaky in a tavern, trying to overhear a conversation without being noticed, I rolled a nat 20. Mind you, I had full armor on and no stealth modifiers. It was insane because just me walking sounds like a bunch of coins rattling in a jar. I eventually got caught.
"Guys, just warning you now. I'm making a wisdom save and if I fail it this mayor is going to have a very angry weretiger doing unsanctioned and non consential cosmetic surgery on his face. *Nat 20* ... ok as you were"
Funniest moment
Me and my party were making our way through a dungeon when we saw a castle.
Yes I knew it was weird. The half-orc barbarian tried to open the castles gate but coudlnt then I, our sweet little elf cleric decides to try rolls a Nat 20
DM:"Arya (my character) opens the gate with such force the stones on the gate fall off of the castle wall" or something like that
If your god grants the strength domain, the DM should let you prepare it instead of one of your usual domains.
8:59 so literally the entire story of David and goliath
"Holy shit, I just landed a 20 too!"
I about died! Still trying to catch my breath lol
So, a group of friends and I recently started a Dnd campaign to pass the time during quarantine. All of us, except for the DM are first time players. The first day, of our campaign, we come across a spooky tower. One of our friends, whose character is a pencil-wielding gnome named Dixon Ticonderoga goes up the tower. Along the way, he has to roll a stealth check when some sort of wispy dark tendril comes out of the building. He rolls a nat 20 and literally turns into an actual garden gnome on the spot.
This happened today when my friends are playing (I am the DM). The elf ranger is buying a bunch on potions in a gnome village when the shop owner says “That’s gonna be 22 gold Miss” Now the ranger has 17 gold. She just spend a bunch on arrows and a candle. She then tries to get a lower price and I make her do a charisma check. She rolls a nat 20 and our Dragonborn fighter is ecstatic because she bet that she would get one and the half elf mage made a deal to get one of the potions. The ranger gets the price down to 11 GP and they left to continue on their adventures.
These are the videos that get me so hyped to learn how to play DnD!
You should do it my dude
@@gremlinwc8996 I have a friend who is going to DM for my brothers and I after he finishes his campaign. 😁😁😁
DnD is a phenomenal source of inside jokes
Spoiler alert: The rules don't actually say you can kill an elder god by throwing a normal rock at it with a natural 20. That's only if the DM decides to do it against all sense just for the lols.
You won't be disappointed. I nearing the end of my own first campaign, and I already have some great stories just from that.
I cannot stress enough how much more I enjoy these stories with you reading them. Kudos, man.
DM here, playing 3rd edition. Our party, new to sea travel, was sailing when awe ran into a typhoon. Told everyone to roll constitution. Out barbarian was the only fail. He got so sick over the next few days, that by the time we got back into harbor, we failed our health inspection with just that one room. However, the Harbor master told us if the room was clean by that night we could pass. The room was so filthy that no one but our barbarian could even get close. So we tell him to clean it by himself. Double nat 20. We come back to find it so clean everything sparkled (like a cartoon). The barbarian had discovered bleach. That is how our barbarian became the ship's janitor.
This was from one of my campaigns from high school. A little backstory first. I was playing in 4e as a Diva Paladin. Earlier in the campaign, I had rolled a nat 20 in an investigation check and gotten “The inflate bag of kinky shit.” Where I could basically think of something kinky (fuzzy handcuffs, whips, parachute, dildos you name it.) and pull it out. It came in handy when threatening people. A black studded leather cat of nine tails does a lot if you’re creative. We were all at a tavern and we were all doing our own thing when I decided to...rectally pleasure myself with the aforementioned whip. The DM asked for a Con saving throw. Nat 20. In a form of strange Devine magic the whip got absorbed into my body and morphed itself into nine fluffy white fox tails. I became a nine tailed fox. I also got resistance to fire and could turn into a massive nine tailed fox at later levels. It was awesome! I pulled out another nine tailed whip from my kinky bag and used that until I rolled another Nat 20, and got an Adamantine whip with a celestial diamond in the hilt. After the campaign ended the DM told me that my Diva had broken out of her cycle of rebirth and, after dying became a full on angel with nine sets of beautiful white wings and an adamantine celestial diamond whip.
I´m sorry, but angel not angle. Otherwise nice story.
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We played one of the starter set stories with my friends, and they had a funny interaction. They encountered a big gap before the bossroom, and they had the wonderfull idea, to throw a rock into the hole. For some reason, they spent almost 2 hours to get that rock out of the hole. When they managed to get it, one of the players, a tiefling rouge asked me (DM) if they could ask the rock if he's OK. I was really surprised and started to laugh, but I said sure, why not. The other player, a dragonborn paladin, rolled for a performance check... nat20. They were happily screaming, because they thought they will have a rock pet.... Me: "Okay, as you shout to the rock, you create a massive blow with your mouth, and the rock rolls out of the rouge's hand, and lands on the floor." For some reason, they thought it was a sign from God, they kept the rock, named it Marcell Prince, and now they worship it as a God......
Playing a Sorcerer. First time ever in combat (first DnD game in my life), with the monk and I ending up having to fight a gladiator that we should by no means be able to defeat on our own.
Sure enough the monk goes down in a single round (both of us are Lv.1), and the gladiator turns to look at me.
Me: Panic-casts Sleep.
DM: "Misses, but roll for Wild Surge."
At this point I think it's important to mention that we've home-brewed my Wild Magic pretty heavily. Rolling a nat 1 will give me a bad effect, while a nat 20 will give me a good effect, from the 'The Net Libram of Random Magical Effects' with 10.000 magical effects, including everything from turning marginally prettier to extinguishing the sun.
The DM rolls, checks and rolls again. He stops for a second and lets out a small hysterical laugh.
DM: "The gladiator charges at you, his spear being aimed at your chest. With his mighty strength, he puts all his power behind the thrust. It hits... and stops on your chest."
Me: _"...I was going to just let my friend have a decent fight. Be the bigger guy and let you brats have some fun on your own. But now you've nearly killed my friend and I'm no longer in the mood. Give me the money you owe and walk away. No more has to get hurt today."_
DM: "Roll Persua- no wait, Intimidation."
Me: Rolls 18.
DM: "The gladiator, in a mixture of confusion and weariness, throws you his purse and backs away slowly."
And that is the story of how I more or less soloed an overwhelming enemy with pure bullsh*t and gained Immunity to Non-Magical Piercing Damage for the rest of the campaign.
This is quite the book here, didn’t intend for that!
My boyfriend was running a goofs campaign for me well he was finishing the planning for his more serious campaign.
He wanted to have no main bbeg, the bbeg to change regularly. Instead my rivals would be the generals and underlings of the current bbeg. He wanted to have some familiar faces in the crowd of underlings so his plan was to have a system where the underlings followed the most evil master.
This was heavily inspired the minions from Despicable Me. This was shortly after the minions movie came out and he knew I loved the weird little dumplings!
This he didn’t tell me as he wanted it to be a surprise when the same sassy general showed up again and again.
So I’m a roger doing rogue things going through a church/abby surreptitiously scooting gilded relics in to my bag. All that while being led around by the priest under the guise of being receptive to his oddly cult like religion.
Weirder still as the guide continues I notice all the nuns are kobolds. Odd kobolds, softer scaled and chubbier.
Eventually I realize their are some bigger ticket items I could get if I could ditch the escort. So I sneak attack the priest and knock him out. Continuing my exploration deeper into the catacombs did the church.
I wandered for a bit before coming across a big circular room with a alter and a blade in the middle. I picked it up and before I can question my boyfriend about it’s stats he says the fateful words;
“Roll initiative.”
The priest had come back and was furious with me over attacking him and taking the knife. As a rouge no way was I going to part with my shinnies!
As combat started I rolled crap, making loud sounds, clattering about, overall doing poor damage. All the while the hall filled with kobolds, though very few joined combat.
Tides began to turn as he began to roll horribly and my rolls became uh... well... at least better. After a rather slow battle he goes down.
I’m careful not to kill him as his little cult has peaked my interest. When he wakes I began my interrogation.
I was rather new to DND at the time and had no idea that torture outside of combat would cause health points to drop down to dead. So I kick him, again and again. All the while my boyfriend is rolling unarmed attacks. But this priest isn’t talking. I tell my boyfriend I want to kick the priest in the teeth. Then the fateful 20 occurs.
I do max damage to an already injured target. DM described how I kicked between his nose and mouth, crushing the bone in and sending the nasal bone up into his scull. Creating a bloody dent where most of his face and mouth should have been.
I sighed at my chance at lost information as my DM realizes that in the eyes of the kobold-minion buddies I must look like the biggest badass right now.
He described the murmurs of admiration and awe coming from the kobolds at the door to my torture room. I take this opportunity to roll for intimidation thinking I can get info from them. I roll a 18, he decided this was enough for some of the kobolds to choose me as their big bad. Not all of them, out of the fifty kobolds there only fifteen left with me as my little army. He though stealing a whole army with one roll was a little overkill, opting that only the kobolds near felt the full effects of my intimidating bloodlust. With that my boyfriend called the session, needing to figure out a new way the rest of the kobolds would meet their new master and my next bbeg.
I’m overjoyed to have little kobolds! In the following sessions I gave them all names, inquired about their skills and hobbies, made my favorites little general cloaks and badges. Overall treating them like my little battle babies.
So you basically turned into Scarlet Overkill?
"NOOOOOO!!! ROCKY!!!!!!!!!" thats the sadest plot twist i ever seen
pray for rocky
I’m a player and on my first campaign there was a fight in the group were our paladin decides to bitch slap our rouge as you may have guessed nat 20 it was so powerful it made his rapier fly out and end up in our barbarian’s arm dealing 12 damage
My favourite Nat 20 moment was when actually during a custom Pathfinder game. We had been captured and taken to this massive Drow city, and it was our goal to escape, but try to get seen as little as possible. The only thing is that we had an eight foot tall half-orc, half-ogre and he’s pretty hard to hide, so even though we had a surprising amount of success, we got caught fairly early on. We were a relatively low level and we couldn’t possibly take on the swarm of drow guards that discovered us, and we were all kind of panicking. Being a bard for a first time, my scared ass said “I look one of the guards in the eye and give him the most distressed/sexy combo I can.” I rolled for charisma, Nat 20. Sufficed to say, the guard slaughtered every other guard in my bard’s name, and she ended up with a Drow bodyguard.
I am not a DM but I play dungeons and dragons quite often. Then one time we had to fight a stone giant. My character is a 14-year-old 2 foot one, 27pound halfling. We were all at extremely low HP and the giant was about to crush us. I asked my brother (the DM), if I could throw my dagger at it. The stone giant had only 1 HP left, and I was at least 30 feet away. He asked me to roll if I could actually hit it. Nat 20. That was my best dungeons and dragons moment ever.
What I learned from this video is that there's no weapon more capable of ultimate destruction than a simple rock
player, not dm
This is my first time playing dnd btw.
My party was returning from the adventure and we had 7 barrels of vinegar and sold them at 3 am. We rested and had a free day and our human fighter decided the chill for the entire day and the dm said sarcastically : " Sure roll to see how much you chill". Rolls Nat 20. Keep in mind this fighter rolls lower than 6 for inicitive and lower than 12 when hitting so him getting a nat 20 for chill shock us.
Also this is another story where I broke the whole campain with on spell I am a wizard.
My party got attacked by 4 hobgoblins. We won. While trying to interrogate the hobgoblins on the location of a castle, but they would not say it because they took an oath of life to not say the location. I a wizard use charm person and make him say where the castle is so we no longer had to go to a town full of undead to find the location of the castle and the dm did not prepare for this so we had to call off the session early.
Ps: Sorry for different stories and not much detail still my first dnd is going fun.
"The Rock was not yet done with it's bloodlust"
I didn't wake up today thinking I would hear that
2016ish 4e campaign. was playing as a bard with ELEVEN other people who were all friends and i was kinda the odd one out. one of the mages was a major butthole the entire time.
i can't remember the specifics, but there was an ingot that said mage couldn't touch or it would incapacitate him. well, said mage DID grab the ingot and was dropped flat on his back and couldn't move.
i just said "i'd like to roll please." DM: "there are no enemies around, but sure.. rolled a nat 20 vicious mockery roasted the guy pretty badly in real life... and quit the game. everyone laughed because it was a true and honest roast based on the guy's attitude and poor behavior in and out of game.
8-9 months of gameplay, 3 total fights (tutorial dungeon, random road bandits, and a single fetch quest), 32 hours+ total, players barely showed up and when they did it took an eternity per turn. given the dm and i were the only ones to always show up..... the run was 10000% over for me because i have a life to worry about.
the party was facing a sphinx and none of us could figure out the riddle. the halfing thief starts to ramble nonsense to the sphinx using bluff skill and rolls a nat 20, the sphinx got confused and let us pass with out answering his question
I remember rolling a Nat 20 for a nature check on a vat of glowing green liquid, I was the only one who even thought of doing a nature check. The DM told me that it was Wyvern Venom.
I’ve been binging this channel for an hour. It’s too good but I wish I had some stories from my DND sessions
I've got one for you all (typing this on my phone, so I apologize for any typos or other errors).
I have two groups, one online and the other in person. I'm the DM for the in person group, but this story is about my favorite character of all time: H4M3R-F0R63, or Ham, a Warforged Champion Fighter/Juggernaut Barbarian.
First, a quick description of the party:
-Ham, the aforementioned hunk of metal, serving as the parties default tank (25 AC if that matters)
-Cigel de Mervantes, a Human Battlemaster Fighter, and the only surviving member of the original party (my warlock was crushed by a windmill thanks to our bard, who proceeded to leave due to real life issues). He uses a heavy crossbow, but is built to fight in melee.
-Resto, a Goblin Gunslinger, and the DPS monger of the party (consistently rolling 70+ damage per turn with either of her guns).
-Rivaan, a Green Dragonborn Cleric of the Trickery Domain, and the youngest member of the party (he's about 12 years old, per the players description, and your typical prankster child).
To sum the story here, our group had been jumping from plane to plane by various means, with Ham going head first and acting as a cannonball (wrecked a nice statue that way). It all lead up to us arriving at Primus, the home plane of the Aethernauts (basically vampires who used big machines to drain entire worlds of their magic). We found out that they were doing this whole mana farming business because Hadar (yep, THAT Hadar) was threatening to devour their world unless they sated his endless hunger. As we discovered, the Aethernauts had created a fake version of their machines (dubbed the False Monolith) that could, in theory, turn the tables and absorb Hadar. All we had to do was get it to the surface.
On the way up, we were intercepted by a High Aethernaut who turned out to be the very same guy who started our endeavour (this mf had gotten the original party sucked through the first portal, when my warlock stole the gauntlet that opened it). One BBEG monologue later, and we rolled initiative.
To add in one detail, we were playing on Roll20, and idk what the deal was, but the dice roller HATED our DM. Aethernaut comes last in initiative, while Resto, Cigel, Ham, and Rivaan proceed him, in that order.
Resto goes crazy as always, burning her action surge to pump around 100 damage into this guy. Cigel goes next, scoring a crit on the Aethernaut and burning several maneuvers to knock him prone. Then its Ham's turn.
I'd like to take this moment to say that, while Ham is built to take a hit, he isn't the best at dealing them. However, with the Aethernaut being knocked prone, and Ham having obtained and attuned to Azuredge (another story for another time), Ham rolls up on this guy and, pun intended, goes ham. Burning my action surge for a total of 6 attacks, I hit 5 of them... And, I kid you not, THREE of them were 20s even without advantage. And since the Aethernaut counted as undead... I think I almost broke the dice roller.
After the fact, our DM told us that we had just merced a CR 25 Vampire Lord (we were each level 15 at the time) in what totalled out to be 18 seconds.
I feel bad for our DM, since it seems like the dice just betray him when he brings out a boss. However, I will never forget what our DM said when Ham rolled almost 150 damage on the Aethernaut:
"GOD F***ING DAMN IT! Why don't I get these rolls?"
TL/DR: Challenging boss fight became a surround and pound
4:44 That guy was secretly a Disney princess the whole time 🐦👑💖
I was once a DM in D&D and my friend wanted to slap another player so he would wake up and he rolled a nat 20 so the person who he was slapping's head fell off.
"No! Rocky!!!" Ad plays talking about how the loss of a loved one can't be compensated... nice timing TH-cam
“I seduce the dragon”
“Roll for con”
“Why?”
“Male dragon”
That one player will never know that he once had the legendary rock of skeleton slaying "FOR YOU SEE., LONG AGO-"
I was apart of my fiends game, he's been wanting to host it so we finally got to it(Cat is the host). I'm running a Assamar Sorcerer, at this point my and my other friend(Tron) were going into the town square because a sort of meeting was going on for adventures to be assigned jobs. Anyone can come, anyways I walked around some and saw Trons character pretty easily as he stood out from everyone else. He's a Knoll, his race is the cat race(forgot the name) and was a monk. He's fucking tall as well, my character Leon is 5.5 while Trons character(Kaz) was almost 7. I walked up to him and we talked a bit, afterwords we'd agree to go into a party because why not. We went to different people who were offering jobs.
For a better description of the job, the continent we were on was unexplored. So other than some port towns the Government didn't knowing anything about what was on it. This is a job to simply explore and depending on what you bring to the Government they'll pay you.
back to the session, Leon walked over to a man who looked like a Knight. He turned out to be a bro, as in the best bro. We talked a bit more about the job but as we finished Leon said "I'm going to check a few other people out before I pick. See you soon." After that he went over to a few others but none of them really interested him. Plus outside the rp I thought it be best for us to be wise on who we go with sense each person was a different class.
Now onto Kaz, he walked up to a fine looking gentlemen(looked rich) with a really nice top hat. Kaz was taller than him(shocking I know) and the conversation went something like this
Kaz "If me and my friend join you can I have a top hat"
Gentlemen "Of course and as a token of my trust you can have mine." He then proceeded to give his top hat to Kaz.
After this we joined up again and were disusing on who to join, I wanted to join the Knight for being a bro and because he could handle himself in a fight. Plus he was a different class then us so it seemed beneficial. Kaz then agreed but told him about the hat but didn't tell him his plan to swindle the hat. After this we were leaving, the DM Cat told us to roll perception.
We both got decent rolls, it turned out their was a table filled with bagels along with a guard next to the table, Leon proceeded to take one and snack on it. Kaz however is a interesting monk, he uses improvised weapons here and their. He then snuck over to the table(rolled a 6 for stealth) but the guard(rolled a 3) didn't see him stuff about 15 bagels into his pockets and walk away. This was the sign of the stories to come.
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So many "I threw a rock at him" being comedy GOLD!!!
Me and a couple of friends were playing a session, an important npc was almost dead and we had to find his wife, joking I say, 'roll for wife?', the dm allows it and we roll, a 17,18 and 19. I roll last, nat 20. So we did a huge part of the session in less than a minute, and created a 7th honorary stat- wife
I remember hearing about this from a friend. But a player wanted to roll to contemplate on the meaning of life. He got a Nat 20 and he now knows the meaning for life
This story comes from a campaign I am playing rn. Our dm has made an amazing campaign with his own lore made into a typical 5e campaign. In this session we end up getting ambushed by a segregated race of people known as themorians. Our party consisted of a halfling wizard (me), a human warlock, a human paladin and a npc named Deteron. Deteron is quite the badass but in this case, this shouldn’t have worked. At one point, a themorian wizard ended up casting a spell causing all our attacks to come at a disadvantage unless we made a constitution saving throw. However, our boi Deteron didn’t need that roll. The motherfucker rolls 2 Nat 20s when attacking one of the enemies. Our dm goes on to proclaim, “Deteron ends up punching the air causing the air to ripple in such a way that the enemy’s face breaks into several pieces before tumbling towards the ground.” Sadly, Deteron ended up dying in the next session, not before getting a nat 20 on a death saving throw and stating, “I DONT HEAR NO BELL.” This post is in honour of one of the best npcs I’ve ever played with.
I feel like "disappointed, but amazed" is what every good GM should feel at a good NAT 20
We went to stay at a hotel the owner is at the front desk my friend says “How much do you want for a few nights since all the crap that’s happening outside” (referring too something we did before that’s another story) the owner says “what’s going on”. My friend “Oh a Giant Worm jumped into the sky and ate the sun” Rolls a nat 20 the Owner puts on a tinfoil hat screams “I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN” gives us the deed to the hotel leaves screaming and gets shot by the local authorities
The first ever campaign I played was a one shot at a birthday party, and it was full of magical items. During the dungeon crawl of this adventure, our ranger picked up a flaming sword. The final room held the chalice of Hokkaido, never ending seafood, and the main villain and it's guardian, a wax figure. Our ranger threw the flaming sword at the wax man and... Natural 20. He erupted in flames before melting before us, instantaneously ending the three hour escapade of a one shot and securing the treasure.
Mr.ripper/ brian how is your day? I got here the quickest I've got to a video also dave how is yours and also the other person ( sorry I forgot your name )
I'm MrRipper(Scott) Brian and Dave are the voice actors. You will be get to see all of us on Friday night :)
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I was playing a tiefling Druid and the campaign was taking care of some goblins in a cave. I shape shifted into a rat to scout out what was ahead. I don’t remember what high numbers were rolled but it was pretty damn high. There was a goblin standing on bridge over an underground river. The goblin saw me, screamed, and ran off the bridge into the river and his neck was snapped because he hit the side of the ravine. I will remember that moment for centuries to come.
DM's Homebrew campaign. Party is in the area that my character came from - there'd been a rebellion he'd been the leader of but things didn't go the way he'd thought that they'd go, so he'd been forced to leave the country. Slight problem, there's a plague, or two, affecting seemingly everything. Soon, at least half of the party get infected, one way or another, with the rest keeping their distance.
Tiefling assassin, whose god was recently killed, along with a bunch of others - end of the world and all that jazz - sits down, very sick. He prays for help from any god who was willing to help him. Contacts the God of Death, who turns him into an Undead Thrall. On the plus side, he's cured and immune to all sicknesses. On the other hand, our rather religious bard flips his lid at this - previously the party had fought a necromancer and their undead uprising. Funny enough, I, a human fighter and a former Commander of the on citry's guards, actually end up defending the Undead Tiefling, stating that we could kill him if he betrayed us, but that we needed all the help that we could get. Of course, when the bard repeated the stuff about the evil necromancer, I was like - "They aren't all evil."
Of course, later in the session, my guy got knocked out, and wasn't revived at the end of the session - although since the rest survived, idea is that they took care of me. So, given that my won't be up for a bit, I decided to write a few letters in my head - one to the Gods still alive, asking for help, and one that's a message to my teammates, explaining why all necromancers aren't evil - idea being that my guy was a bigot towards nonhumans (seems to be a popular pastime for my countrymen), until he ended up encountering his wife, who was friends with a bunch of rather odd nonhumans, and was also a necromancer - she had made him see the errors of his ways, and he ended up learning more about them, including their languages (he has the Linguist feat and knows 5 languages including Common).
We'll have to see what happens later though - in two weeks, as I can't really spend much time playing next session due to real life reasons and the next session after won't be for two weeks due to DM's own real life reasons.
Update - rolled a 16 plus 2 for my Religion (Intelligence) check, so that's an 18 (I have a smart fighter). We'll still have to see what happens in two weeks.
@Bird Seed19 We shall see.
@General Zero Two Given what's going on, next session won't be for some time, which stinks.
Oh well, gives me time for me to work on character's wife's group of oddballs.
@@lockwoan01 did the campaign end T,T
@@Im_A_Nerd No, but the group's main DM isn't playing - their wife is in one of the At Risk categories - and doesn't want to risk her health, which is understandable. Currently, about half the group is playinga side campaign, and I'm working on some of my own.
That one story about the dragon can be summed up as "pimp slapped a dragon to save the party"
It was a pathfinder campaign, and one of our first big fights against some goblins attacking the town. We were all pretty new to tabletop RPG's at this point, so we were all always excited for battles like this. Our DM was always skilled at making them encounters that we really had to use the terrain to strategize for too.
Anyway, one of the goblins comes charging at our human cleric while riding on his goblin dog mount. As he rolls to attack her, he gets a nat 1 and confirms the crit. fail. We were playing with the crit. hit and crit. fail deck of cards. The card read. "Attack misses and is a critical threat on nearest ally." The nearest ally was his mount. DM rolls to confirm, and it succeeds. The crit. hit card reads, "Double damage and target takes 1d4 of INT damage." he rolls a 2. Goblin dogs only have 2 INT, so this made it go braindead for the rest of the encounter. The DM then explains the situation to us.
DM: So the goblin goes to attack the cleric, but is as he does, his attack bounces off her armored breasts and ricochets back into his mount's head, giving it a concussion so bad that they tumble to the ground.
For the rest of the night, we had really good luck with our cirts. I don't really remember what the others are, but the main point was our cleric's tits saving the day and making the fight much easier.
DM: After seeing the one goblin's epic fail to attack Carr-ian (pronounced Car-dash-ian), they are so shocked that wiping out the stragglers is simple child's play.
For reasons that made sense at the time my ranger, during the out of the abyss campaign, was trying to turn one of two hook horror corpses into something akin to a mascot costume. Two bad rolls, a 3 and a 1, basically had him knee deep in gore and bits of hook horror. Tried one last time - nat20 and the dm rules somehow I stitch together the corpses into a better than new costume
"papa! How did you become a legend?!"
"I threw a rock at god"
I love that the rock was just a clump of dirt in the end
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I'm dying. Kermit saying he can deepthroat a tree, without context, is amazing.
One time, during a 3.5 campaign back in 2005, we were playing a home group. It was where we traveled using ships.
During the campaign we came across a Djinn. Everybody was asking for wishes and had to roll for it. They rolled low and bad things happened to them. I rolled a Nat 20 and got gifted Control Air as a Feat. I could make my ship fly naturally. I was the Druid of the group.
I ended up rolling really well and had a flying ship with a cauldron of endless water that fed a ship made from trees and roots that could fly. I got so overpowered at such a low level it kinda broke that game and made people jealous.
Your voice sounds a lot like a Casino Cups dub I watched. Take it as a compliment, because it's one one my favorites, and it got me further interested in this. (Bonus points because it's not google translate like most reddit read vids)
Keep creating more funny d&d moments I need to keep dying from laughter
When I was younger my dad was running a session with me and a couple of my friends. I was a cleric who managed to OHKO a skeleton at level 1 because inflict wounds is OP. A friend was a bard who could only hurt with Vicious Mockery, and another was a barbarian who managed to hit for 46 damage at level 1.
In my first DnD campaign, I played an elven wizard that was sort of the de-facto strategist of the party. My friend played a half-elf bard who mainly acted as the party's support. She'd summon a random instrument during most fights and begin singing to cheer us on, that sort of thing. During one intense "Haunted House" type session, we come to the BBEG who cursed this place and find out that it is the bard's mentor. Her mentor has gone insane and attacks the party. He proves to be a difficult fight for our group, as he's got crazy high dexterity and is hard to hit. I'm thinking, trying to come up with an effective strategy, and finally I take a note from the DM's epic, creepy organ music playing in the background - literally. My elven wizard turns to the bard and says, "You can summon instruments, right? Why don't you summon something really, really big. On top of this guy." My friend's bard goes along with it and asks the DM if she can summon a pipe organ on top of the BBEG. He lets her roll for it. Nat 20. The BBEG gets crushed under a magically summoned pipe organ.
Had a great one tonight. My warforged monk, Heyu, was in what was basically a cage match - him and the rest of the party against a barbed devil. He went to make his first attack and failed the attack roll.
"OK," I said, thinking that was that, "He's just shaking his fists menacingly."
"Roll for intimidation," the DM replied.
NAT 20!
The devil ran to the corner of the cage, screaming in fear and bewilderment. Heyu and the party's barbarian each got an attack of opportunity against it, and with a few good rolls turned what was supposed to be a difficult and lengthy encounter into a quick smackdown.
Idk i feel like the first guy’s rock disintegrated and reappeared as the second guy’s rock but stronger. Hope there’s a sequel
Fully home brew campaign world I created back in the mid-late 90's running under slightly modified 2E Revised AD&D rules. One of the Elven races in my world is called a Drakin (pronounced Dray-kin), which is basically an elf with draconic features a la Goliath and Demona from Gargoyles. One of my players was running a Red Drakin mage (color has no bearing on alignment since all Drakin are mostly neutral and a bit reclusive; however, color does indicate primary breath weapon, though only a 2 die version of it), and the group ran across a pack of orcs. The PC's were outnumbered 4 to 1. The Drakin takes to the air and casts "Mirror Image" on himself so it looks like there are 6 of him flying instead of one. The orcs managed to hit one of the illusions, dispelling that image, leaving 5 (him plus 4 copies). He decides to use his breath weapon on the orcs, hoping to hit one. He rolls a Nat 20.
"The rest of the group and the attacking orcs watch in astonishment as the 5 identical Drakins rear back, then thrust their heads forward to breathe a gout of fire at the 4 orcs in front of him. As one, all 4 orcs had decided which of the 5 Drakins had to be the real one and dodged the flames from that Drakin... only to walk right into the fire breath of the REAL Drakin all at the same time. And all four of them died, fully and completely barbequed."
From then on, all Nat 20 rolls in my game became known as "Orc Flambe`!"
As a bonus, the group managed to capture one of the orcs instead of killing it, and the Drakin, with a bit of magical persuasion, convinces the orc to travel with the group. Said orc became the Drakin mage's "Emotional Support Orc" for the duration of the adventure.
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"NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! ROCKY!!!!!!!"
Not gonna lie, I laughed harder at this than I thought I would